For Jilly’s days of unreason prompt.
“Love is raw as freshly cut meat,
mean as a beetle on the track of dung”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason
Beetling beneath the skin,
clinging to blood cells,
filling the empty spaces behind the eyes
and the empty air between the fingers,
love grows, swells, never ending,
the cauldron that never empties,
the wishes that are never done,
an addiction, a prop,
the lynchpin and the hub of my tiny world—
treat it gently,
because only you can crush its magic.