Hyojin

Love for you undoes me.

It does not move in order or rhythm,

it floods,

a force too large for language,

too heavy for measure.

I walk unguarded,

a man without walls,

because you leave me no refuge

and I do not seek one.

There is no hedge,

no second meaning,

only the terrifying clarity

that all paths converge into you.

Desire sharpens it further:

distance tastes like hunger,

your absence presses on my skin

as if touch could travel the air itself.

I am undone before you,

and gladly so,

mad with a sweetness

that strips me bare of control.

Hyojin,

you are not safety,

you are not plan—

you are the center,

the axis on which my chaos

finally spins into meaning.