Love is looking into a stranger's eyes
and watching what they reflect back at me
Love is what is in this air,
which feels like downy dust everywhere,
And as I inhale it in,
I breathe the feminine trace of her scent…
and I feel careless:
Spinning
Dizzyingly
Sparkling
Past
Future
Love is your familiar laughter,
though it triggered an unfamiliar restlessness,
Which you
And I
Are one
Before
I've lost my originality and you're
Watching me rebel,
Believing my stories that only
Souls
Can tell…
But when is it enough?
When do I call my feelings on their faults?
..And I feel youthful.
Present.
Love is how I remember us now,
Not forgetting what we felt like,
somewhere along the way…