Am I so hard to love

Am I so hard to love?

Do I ask too much of one heart

to unpack its cold, folded wings

and air them in the warm sun

with another?

Am I so hard to love

that kisses meant for lips

skim off my wet cheeks as flint

skips across an ever-widening ocean?

Am I so hard to love

now my family have gone?

There must be a surplus.

A place where love pools

so lovers can sink

or swim together.