What do you do
with love?
What do you call it?
How do you index love
in your mind?
Your library of memory
has a strange system
to organise nothing but
microscopic points of view,
memories that are held
differently by the object
of your selected love.
The virus does not spread.
How do you hang on to love
in your mind?
How do you pull the nails
from your heart —
the marks have healed
around the wound —
to spill the gut-content now
would be too soon.