Taken

First,

you must let your heart

be broken open

in a way you have never

felt before,

cannot imagine.

You will

not know if what you are

feeling

is anguish or joy,

something predestined

or merely old wounds

flowing once more,

reminders of all that is

unfinished in your life.

Something

will flood into

your chest

like air sweetened by

desert honeysuckle,

love that is too

strong.

You will stand there,

very still,

not seeing what this is.

Later, you will not remember

any of this

until the next time

when you will say,

yes, yes, I have known this before,

it has come again,

just as your eyes fold under

once more.