What Then

What then is this love,
so different from any I ever felt
So different than any that my heart kissed.

What then is this emotion that draws tears,
Has me walking on air,
Kissing the moon,
lighting with the stars.

What then is this feeling that-
Compulses me to sniff your neck
And drown in your sweat.

What then is this love,
that fades into my days,
Grips me from behind and –
Consumes me,

What then is this feeling,
that blossomed from a flame to a fire,
and made me a slave to its embers.

What then is this impurity,
that hacked into the crevices-
Turned what was pure red,
uncontrollable and ungovernable.

What then is this love,
that has me on my knees,
worshipping the ground you walk on.

What then is this love,
that builds me to this,
that breaks me to this,
that changes me to this.
What then?