The sun at my back

On the road with the sun at my back
I know I'm going the wrong way
The cord stretching taut
Where I'd only just felt slack


Nobody can see
Like the tiny holes in my dress
But I know it's there
Separation's anxiety


It isn't fair
The way we censor ourselves
Thinking that by not saying it
We can protect ourselves from it
Making three tiny words profane
Like the emperor's new armor
And a styrofoam sword


Just because you don't say it
Doesn't mean it's not there
It grows inside you
Twining its leaves with your veins
Its perfume blooming on your breath
Beautiful
A weed
Some would try
To pluck or poison
But I will let it flourish
Take me over
Make me more than I was before


I may not sleep
Or eat
Or dream of anything but this
And it will be worth it
To freely say
I love you