Love Is
Love is the time killer.
Love is the ambition thief,
the interruption that begs no pardon.
Love is the taboo breaker,
underminer of all mining operations,
including data.
Love will breach any barrier
attempting to own the world
because pretty soon the world wants to give it all up
to join another.
Love is the end of the world
and spark of the universe.
Love will spill any blood
to reach the future
conceived in its silent embrace,
a stolen bond,
sublime Mistake.
Love is the couple behind the curtain;
Pay attention.
Despite what the stone face says,
nothing is certain.
Love is the quality of body
no quantity of mind can resist,
that will take the numbers on your wristwatch or ledger
and melt them into puddles between sheets
you could’ve sworn belonged to a stranger
just a second ago.
poof
vaporize
plasmify
the word hasn’t been invented yet.
love laughs at the thought it could be
and skips to another pond.
Love is what you stand to lose,
but still you stand.
And there love takes you,
where they’ll erect a statue
that takes longer than it could ever
make sense to make.
And in the orbit love birthed,
they look up from everywhere around
except the exact spot
And pray for strength,
for humility:
Here they stood,
So too do we.
