love is a snake

day 3, this might be my fav so far

Love is a snake,

slow and knowing,

curling around my ribs

like it memorized the shape of me.

It tightens

not to hurt,

but to remind me I’m here,

that I am being held

with purpose, with hunger, with devotion.

The air leaves my chest gently,

like a surrender instead of a loss.

I should be afraid of how it takes over,

how it quiets everything else

Logic.

Distance.

The need to escape.

But I’m not.

I lean into the pressure.

I let it happen.

Because I love the way love consumes me.

I love being submerged in it,

wrapped in something alive,

something that doesn’t ask permission

before it stays.

Even when my breath stutters,

even when my heart races,

I don’t pull away.

I trust the coil.

I trust the closeness.

If love is a snake,

then let it hold me.

Let it remind me

that feeling this deeply

is its own kind of oxygen that i can’t live without.