In Black Ink During Green Tea by Mayda Del Valle

Am I a container big enough
for all this sweetness, all this love?

This is what I fear:
not being able to hold
all the love someone wants to pour into me.

That I’ll sink under too much
love, that I’m too small
for all a beloved has to offer.

How far could I stretch?
How wide could I sunset
across the sky, if I were willing
to break out of all this smallness?

Imagine that. Being too afraid
to break into something so radiant,
into something so free.