because love

(this poem is not finished. who knows if/when it will be.)

love comes with red caveat
that i tread trepidatiously
on polished and calloused toes
into blue deep waters too heavy
too plastic for my
always spread cocoa buttered fingers

i am forever hardheaded
constantly seeking
what if i am never stable enough for this
i convince myself that i am all in
but my befuddled heart still knows it is being protected
remembering my befores

i only know love from a side eye view
my hand is always at the door