love is...
love is a cloud that comes and settles without warning, a mist of meaning, a heavy rain looking soft, but becoming a think fog or gale… love is a zoo surfacing childhood memories of things you both did and didn’t want to see. everything behind the fence isn’t threatening till it’s touching… love is a mess a silly stoopid smoothy of pancakes and riddles, summed up stories and incomplete lives, tales of triple vulnerabilities and wondering ogling eyes a terrible mix of unintentional ties… Love is the sun a close burn and you’ll die. but you sure as hell, can’t survive without its light.