Ketty Nivyabandi
Of Love
Falling in love
a flowering of the heart
an opening
a stretch out the world
a sunflower caught in the sky
two eyes closed
a tongue
searching for the sky
for a drop of rain
and the way it curls after finding it.
Falling out of love
a shedding of the heart
a soft wrinkling
a scar
the crisp cool air
that licks the musty room clean after a storm
a closing window too
which must be reopened
for the heart to breathe
all dying isn't sad
there is the dying that precedes the living
and that's the secret kind.