a literary journal

POETRY

Defiantly Undefined


 

My love does not fit into a box

It dances around it, pulling it this way and that to form a new shape made by the touch of 

our lips

My love is not a term created to pass a prison sentence, its rigidity pillars of right and wrong, 

licit and illicit

The only ‘X’ I want to mark runs along your skin where my mouth leaves traces of passion, 

not preference

I want to paint my own picture of you, one that is all the colours of the rainbow melting into 

one as I fly across the pages of this thing they call love

Love is not words of constraint held in place by sticky labels that mean nothing to me but 

everything to you

Love is not defined by boxes but by beats

1 beat for you whose fire I burned in, and 1 for you whose calm waves healed me

1 beat for you, the ground beneath my feet

My love is touching, breathing, feeling

It moves, weaves, dances in and out of the circle, creating its own routine whose sweet 

patterns only I can make love to

I am my love, it is in the lips I kiss with, the hands I caress with, the eyes I see with; lips and 

hands and eyes make better markers of judgement than empty terms used to hold 

me back

Back from the girl I lost myself to, and the one I never had in the first place

Back from the boy who found me again

My love lies besides me on this continuum you have devised, but there is no beginning, no 

end, only lovers transcending the lines

It is not assigned a letter, though you want it to B

Unless that B means belongs to me

Or beats in my chest

Unless that B stands for breathless, breath-taking love-making

For baring my body 

And for blossoming in yours

My identity is raised from the path I tread along your skin, and made of fire and air and 

water and earth

Fire deep inside ignited

And the air between our lips as we pause for breath

The earth holding me up

And you, the water, rising up to immerse me

My love is in laughter, in smiles, in dark eyes and tangled in dark hair

In rhyme and meter, in sarcasm and wit, in emojis and messages

It is not in categories branding me pink and purple and blue, though I paint my face so

My love defines me, but it is undefined