love, suddenly

strange vortex, this world
the feeling of dullness
the numbness of arteries
opinions on what qualifies as trauma
one nervous lifting of the eyes
an exchange of deeper findings
a fulfilling, unavoidable accord
as if for the first time, again
silence is not rogue
new hands, old awkwardness
and all of a sudden
there’s excess milk in the tea.

this has been an embarrassing case
of how you love again, and again
and again.