love...
Fleeting moments. Ephemera, ever evolving, reflecting how it changes us. Catch it. Watch it morph everything in its presence.
Anxiety, the joy of flying on a cage of emotions. A magical exchange of energy, a high and low vibe roller coaster ride.
Stranger than our imaginations can conjure.
Honest. Naked. Two souls sharing truth, witnessing each other, committing to keep a bond alive. To be seen, giving your heart and damage, your emotional fragility to another. Terrifying.
Inevitable loss. The absence of what could've been. Grief holds what's gone, longing for its return.
Without it. Running errands. Shallow experiences. Observing life pass us by.
Blooming. Of depths of feelings and pain and trauma and desires dormant until triggered by pheromones. When the love frequency of another's heart hits just right.
An opening. Radiant light pours in to reflect a glow no highlighter or sexually-named blush can mimic.
Screams. Of pleasure. When bodies are worked just right. A desire to merge, consume another through all the holes.
Safety. Someone has your back. Protects. A haven. No longer alone.
Chaotic. Oh no, that's a trick. A deception. Believing it's the feeling you've yearned for. Love is beautiful. Pure. Holy. A deep embrace. Never harming.
All the colors.
Hilarious. A mash-up of two stories. It's either a Glee hit or a cacophony of garbage. Never dull. Brilliant to witness.
Witty. Pitter patter on the same frequency. Inside jokes. Knowing looks. Secrets (but good.)
Energy. A nuclear combustion of two that becomes one yet greater than eleven.
Provocative. Surreal. Obscene. Fodder for cocktails. Without filters.
Cultivation. Of the feeling. When not with another, with a pet, backpack, city. Everyone wants to love something. Even psychopaths (probably?)
Human. Biologically driven to connect with others, to breed. To find the divine where we can...best way: orgasm!
Holding space. For an imperfect treasure to grow.
Catalyst, not distraction.
Transcendent. Beyond the ego, prostrate at the toes of God where our failings are follies & hearts become vortices powering/channeling/expressing the love of the Universe.
Funhouse mirror. Reflecting flaws, highlighting what's wished to remain hidden most from ourselves. Learning the depths of the soul through the lens of another.
Intuitive. When you know, you know. Usually in the first 30 seconds.
Comfort. Cuddles. Wet noses. Gentle puppy kisses on tear-stained cheeks. A warm paw placed in a hand saying, "I'm here."
The most overwrought topic of our time. Powers ballads and brunches. An obsession. By our culture. Every human. Of mine.