Messy and vain, dirty and downright suspicious,
love creeps in.
Violent and roaring, shaking the terrain with a firm grip,
love leaks.
Ludicrous and left-leaning,
all-encompassing and tragically beautiful,
love defies.
Confusing and confused,
ironic and platonic,
dutiful and despondent,
love hopes.
Lustfully and completely inappropriate,
Out of bounds, lacking boundaries, and desiring shelter,
love crawls.
Fucking and fainting, screwing and being screwed,
salivating and suppressing,
love lingers.
It passes like a flame in the night.
Torching my soul.
Leaving me to burn.
In orange anticipation
of more
a perceived wanting, created from some elusive need
for deeper growth, long-term commitments
and a much needed respite.
Love lasts.
Dirt-stained and totally pure.
Innocent and profane,
a sacred, divine
essence
comprised of four, little letters.
LOVE
Lets Our Voices Emerge.
Lifts Our Vibrations Elementally.
Long Overdue Vexations Eclipsed.
Brilliantly simple and needlessly complex.
Redundant and elementary.
In the blink of an eye,
eradicated.
In the shake of a hand,
agreed upon.
In a kiss on the lips,
desired.
Love.
It simultaneously kills us
and sets us free.
It breaks us down and tastes like great freedom.
A paradox born of the heart.
Love.
A peace of mind we seek.
Love.
Sinewy synapses released,
love.
Embodied memory,
love.
A body's story,
LOVE.
This time and place,
our here and now,
a collective tale
LOVE.
