when I say love I open my hands instead of my mouth. love is something I offer you like a lit match or a seed pressed into your palm for the garden beside the home I've built in you. love is the shape of a door that is always unlocked and opens into thousands of rooms. in each one I am unarmed. in each one I bare open my bones for you again, and again, and again. to love fully is the only way I've ever known how to live.