Surrender by Gia

I believe in compartmentalization,

The splitting of the halves so that the whole may survive.

Because I also believe in nose-kissing

&

Can’t-catch-your-breath schoolgirl giggling.

I believe that cuddling should be categorized as

A full-contact sport

With yearly conventions

&

Free t-shirts.

I believe there should be trophies involved.

I also believe that mix-tapes

&

Song lyrics

Will always make the best love letters.

I believe that some stories are best told

Without the finicky temperament of modern language.

I believe that some oral histories are best shared without words.

I believe in kissing.

I believe in teeth.

I believe in skin.

And so I ask that you come to my door.

A knee-scraping sinner

&

Wrest my control to the floor.

Sew my halves together;

Follow the roadmaps etched into my thighs.

Rest your open book upon my chest,

&

Watch as I shove my hands deep into my pockets,

Digging for some scrap of a rational explanation.

I will come up grasping,

Bare-fisted,

With decryption code carved into my palms.

You will push your truth hard against my dare;

My eyes will turn to the skies for an explanation.

I will divide my halves by your whole.

I will splinter.

I will spill.