You Tucked your feelings in bed

You tucked your feelings
in bed, and slept
with as many as you could.
You never truly learnt
to wrapped your sheets to love.

You said,
Love are the arms that embrace me at nights
and the same arms, that let me fly to new horizons.
But also, love are the lips that kiss me goodbye
with a poisonous passion that makes me return
for an antidote.

I say,
Love are the arms that have never touched you,
and the lips that have never kissed you.
Love are the eyes that have never seen you,
and the ears that have never heard you.
Love is the heart that's wrapped around your palm.

You are dead until the moment
you let her palm tuck it back into your chest

Then with its pulse,
you are seen, heard, kissed,
and truly touched.

You are alive.

That's love.