by Jordan Clapp, Class of 2021, Poetry
I want to experience a love that makes past lovers turn in their graves, upset that they will never feel what I feel.
I want a love that transcends time, so scholars of the future will read our letters and see our photographs and know that we were human. So unmistakably human.
I want a love that will breathe life into my lungs every morning, and softly smother me at night.
I want a love that destroys me when it ends. I want to grieve for that love stronger than Achilles once grieved for Patroclus. A love that the gods themselves will fear, for who knows what I will do?