He asks me about love 

The type 

I can share 

my body language with

As if/

love is a highway 

where there are only entrances 

and no exits 

/it’s a fruitful market place 

where I have been encountering replenishment 

/it’s a fountain where the water never runs dry

I stay silent for a while thinking about this newfound abundant idea of love 

romantic love 

not the kind that I have filled myself with 

as if I haven’t had to/

take my love back—replenish it—refill it—recollect mine again

-Lysz Flo