Peril

Loving so greatly is dangerous

There’s danger in loving this hard this ample this need becoming ache of self and a way to be more than you once were it’s a minefield yet detonated but ticking-stinging-pinching this skin and instead of the feather-graze of your fingertips against my flesh I tremble for lost moments, dreamily wandering through hope and the promise of you, me, tomorrow.

Thank you to David S. and Dead Poets Live for the prompt!

Although the poem above was not inspired by his work, Rudy Francisco is my favorite contemporary poet. This is one of his pieces on love that I absolutely adore and thought to share:

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D. E. Fulford is a full-time university writing instructor and part-time educational editor. Her Medium writing focuses (mostly) on love, overcoming adversity, pain, and giving anti-advice about writing. She is the editor of Get Inside, a publication seeking new writers presenting a first person perspective on, well, most anything. If you’d like to read more, please visit and follow her blog. Thank you for reading!