Work for Love

Makalani Mack
Jul 21, 2017 · 2 min read

Loving you, as impulsive as I am, as premeditated and thoughtful as you are

Seems, almost dangerous

Almost, lunatic

But I can’t stop wanting the best for you and what we’ve created

Can’t stop, wanting, only, this beautiful union that could last a lifetime

But when we hurt, together

I miss the caution signal

I slip, falling victim to anger

Then to isolation, to hurt, again, and finally, regret

My body trembles in sweat, due to the overheating of itself

It trembles, in thought of losing you

And at times my conscious tells me you’d be better this way

That you’d prosper elsewhere

That my immature misogyny pursues this love for selfish consumption

Instead of our happiness

I feel at war with the idea that my love for you could be founded on a need to control

I hate that an analysis of my nature could reveal this

When in reality, I feel as though we uplift each other in times of joy

Support, love making, and educating

I know and feel that you are the sole recipient of the adoration of my spirit

And though guilt offers reflections of how I skew that truth when we disagree

I understand that it is all apart of the process

It is work, like fall leaves awaiting their rake, the fight for equality

But you, you are the goal, like the promise land, the keeper’s failure to protect the net

To support you, to be in sync with your love’s dialect, is why I work

Loving you is the only perfection I yearn to achieve

Such as fraternals or identicals existing close within the womb

I feel, the way in which I am wrapped tight alongside your most precious and soulful

I feel, the way in which your love communicates to my heart

Makalani Mack

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Educator. Writer. Musician.

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