Our Uncontained Contents

(my petition for uncontainable to be an adverb)

I can’t make sense of love tomorrow

or today’s love yesterday,

more evidence love doesn’t fit

into time

maybe that’s why love

is like an allergic reaction

in my time bound body,

I’m swollen and red hot,

my polished skin under pressure 

to split

and release this love

too big to fit 

in skin that will decay

my skin keeps getting tighter,

I feel twice in return for what I give,

loving in this moment

hoping the song on repeat

isn’t over yet

the more I want to hold you,

tightly, over and over,

the more I wish 

my arms are what you fly out of, 

how hard and magnificent 

to love the uncontained, uncontainably

as uncontained love 

in a contained body