I don’t know why love works. Yet it’s
undeniable- every line of it hand tooled

like a finely wrought page.
This is very exciting- the beat that my

heart skipped .Because Love is discipline
like an athlete’s, with the grace of a dance.

It’s stillness and silence- the
end of our differences.

Surely our bodies were always being
prepared for it. I was on the

verge of sorrow when I thought of this,
this tissue- this sustaining

legend. Here’s the door
that will not close. The outcome is uncertain

Why do you torture me for explanations?
I only know love is the bed of gold

we lie on. How I wish I had
been awake before this