Stained

We fell in love in such a graduality
that it grew like I stain I wasn’t aware of.
I’m pouring out of a vessel
and I am the vessel and I am what I’m poured into.
Spilling into myself like the slowest learned lesson,
like the most thirsty animal joy.
I am most certainly ready for living.

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