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