Love's on hold

It's growing without control, knocking out everything it meets here and there. Nothing can stay on its way. It is inside-out: it is coming out from every orifice, every look. Touching all around, it's not a heart; it's round because it's reaching equally to every corner, tangent to me and you. Then I come along and hit pause. Love's on hold; you ask why. I'm afraid it may explode, I say, but you think it's o.k. I can't risk it; it may hurt. You want to hurt as it's sweet. I'm still at whatif's; I can't lose you. I pray. I love you. Though, you love me too so you hit play. And then I love you some more.

Beril 2/1/12