Intertwined

I’m screaming ‘love’ from way above the rooftops. 

I suffer from the insanity of sinning repeatedly: I have broken tacit laws and become emotionally attached. I have dared to remember that love is a beautiful thing, too beautiful for fear to keep me away. 

I’m tossing a gold coin with pain on one side and love on another, and I have won every time:

For love has held my hand through the world of roses, poets, and art. It has given me music to match my feet that dance to the tune of being in love. It’s made me give into the thrill of crossing stars, the pleasure of being on edge everyday when ‘casual’ was a dull, isolated orgasm. 

Love is
a sun-kissed free fall

holding the hand of 

butterflies and uncertainty. 

Of never knowing

Of not caring to be sure

Of hope with a little skip
in your feet
and heart.

I am unafraid. I care for people who do not inhabit my body and mind. I trust to be trusting, I love to be loving. I am a light who shines to shine, 

fearless of being seen. 

Fearless

of closing my eyes

To a child-like despondent waiting

of looking at life 

Like an endless “find me” puzzle

that’s hiding all the vital signs. 

Of loving learning

Of things new

Of people’s secrets:

their untempered truths. 

Love is in 

the hand-clasping

That leaves little shadows on the pavements

In 

the loving feelings

which make a dull living bright and vivid. 

Love is sharing

a full life, a full heart.

Yes.

I am in love, at your feet. Saying what I feel, holding your hand and marking your neck, missing you in my sleep, letting love songs make me weep: bathing you in the effervescence

of love. 

For 

I am like a waterfall, 

I come from my mother,

who is everything. 

I rush with force and spray you 

with a mist of sparkling drops 

that help rainbows sing.

Surely you know that:

There is no point to me

unless                                                                                              I’m overflowing.