Yield [poem]

Love is a relentless preference. for one person over another. any other. over you. There is, in love, the surrender of entangled fingers behind the head. This is not an emotion. it is not a feeling. It is an arrest. You are to cease your insincerity. and prohibit whatever pride you contain and

give up


*one of those poems that started strong and just could not get finished

PC Walker

Speaker.Author.Poet, whatever comes through the cracks is all grace.