Love does not knock
It is already inside
A bright intrusion
Lodged
Where you thought
You were whole
You feel it first
A certainty
That something in you
Will not stay closed
It does not ask
It opens you
As color deepens
Throughout
Our red bright lives
Made to be
Entered
Altered
To be given
Not in pieces
Not reluctantly
But all at once
Rushed
Iirreversible
Like the way
I made you mine
Mari Sánchez Cayuso 
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