Love is warm, love is red.
Love is the flame that curls my toes, that burns my lips.
Love is the fire in our eyes.
Love is the passion which never dies.
I have known none other than to walk alone. That is why completeness is so ineffable.
However, once, by fate, I followed a path clear from deceit.
I stepped into a concord, but the concord was only in my mind for the scene was hectic. My eyes had met those of my souls. For once, I was not alone.
If you love someone, don’t date them. Because if you date them then everything changes and they cease to be what you love. So if you love someone, let them be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.
There’s just something about 430 am
And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an
altar of love, crushing
a circle in the soft
smooth flowering grass