by Madeline Rose
Austere white lights illuminate
the pained bashfulness of my heart.
I see you peering deep,
does it have to be like this?
But somehow, the purity,
the sweetness, dilutes the harsh situation.
I want to show you all,
spill it out onto the ground before your feet.
Relish in the dizzying drunkness of our love.
But is it our love?
Or solely mine reflecting off you?
The small doubt swims around in the back of my throat.
And I retreat.