I am writing poems about love again
Does this mean that I’m ready for love again?

Ready to expose myself to the warmth of connection
Ready to expose myself to the spark of contention

To share the flame from within… A flame I have carefully cultivated
To again write about thoughts and emotions that must be articulated

Putting myself inside of an iron maiden that transforms into a Russian doll
With infinite layers, infinite wonders, infinite spoils, and infinite toils

Am I writing poems about love again
Or is it love that is ready for me again?