29 Dec 2013

love is...


What is this passion I call ‘love’?
A memory of another part of me lost beyond time and space,
then made complete again after eons?…
I’ve heard its bloody swell throb through the sinewy caverns of my flesh.
I’ve tasted its soft, summery sweetness against my tongue.
Seen its mysterious aura through the watery blur of longing.
I've touched the embers of its aliveness.
Felt hundreds of its butterflies tumble in spiralling somersaults in the pit of my stomach.
What happens to love when pain engulfs it?…


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