it aches my love

it aches my love it
aches your silence
pressing against my chest
my flesh ripping open
wounds tiny and big
closing and healed

it burns my love it
burns flames and heat
scrapping the surface of
some inner organ the hidden
place where pain is felt

and I try my love to
keep my love above
the rage I feel as you
press your heel against
my open chest unwillingly
as it may be

it burns

my love it burns