Fruit -- Love in the Apocalypse

 

we can find

existential solace

in the ones we love

 

a crumbling world

reinforces 

that internal drive

to find comfort

in the body and soul

of another

 

as I'm pulled 

towards the core

of her spirit

I decelerate.

away from

the event horizon,

into warm,

human, comfort.

 

I know I'm falling

In love again.

 

Do I let it 

consume me fully?

or do I inch away?

to save myself

from self imposed fear?

 

I want to give myself to it

to whatever force of love we found.

but does this condemn me to suffer?

does embracing love

force you to suffer?

 

I think it's like

holding a spikey fruit

because when you press

it hurts

 

but inside 

is a universal truth

something I have thought about

my entire life.

 

inside this fruit

there is a truth of the universe.

it is past knowledge we held before birth.

 

so do I open it?

and recognize the truth?

 

or do I put it down,

somewhere I'll never remember?

I'll forget the truth could have even existed

was it ever there?

 

I don't know what it is.

all I know, is that I feel it.

something is there.

I'm going to open the fruit.