What is love?

What makes me smile so hard
What conquers me with charm
What makes me become mad
What pushes to be sad
What makes me cry so loud
What calls to be proud
What makes me wanna kill
What opens to be real
What makes me feel happy
What turns me to a baby
What makes me run away
What aching like deep pain
What makes me feel the wind
What covers with a shield
What makes me want to love
What warms better than glove
What makes me show the worst
What finds my inner ghost
What makes me be strong
What is around and among
What makes my heart grow
What helps go high from low
What makes me speak free
What just let's me be
What makes me see all moons
What healing old wounds
What makes suffer but then
What lifts to the sky again
What makes me say go to hell
What comes like flowers smell
What makes me hate the life
What kisses me with a knife
What makes me be weak
What justifies to be a freak
What makes to say: "Hey"
What replies: "Let's go away"
What makes me live true
I love it all in you

Like or love; Just know when you's  around time stands still
         Heart wants
          Eyes feel
Make the world go away
Think about what you say
My world is caught up in your words
Little things people left
Little things planted  grow
Lost pain in my soul
Why the long face love?
I thought pain was my home
A good man? Maybe
His smile gets in my head
A good man? Maybe
His touch is like the sun
On a cold day
Old dark thoughts creep in
Remember girl
He only wants your body
Dark thoughts cloud up my mind
They're ties that forever bind me
Keep me lost, cold, alone, broken
There's a glimmer! A glimmer of hope
There's a happy moment
Hard to leave the past
To find a new place-I'm trying!
Finally feeling strong
A good man?  Beautiful dark skin
Wanted, needed,loved, beautiful -maybe
Let go with every kiss on my spine
Breath on my neck
Falling...Falling...Falling
God there's a happy moment-I want to believe
I don't have to fight anymore
You gave me a reason to dance
Don't wake me-let me sleep-I am enjoying this dream
A good man? Maybe
Maybe just maybe
Shh!!! Silence-don't wake me
Let me sleep-enjoying the peace, wrapped snuggly in my beautiful dream

Love is not a poem drinking coffee at dusk  
calculating distance of space to close between us;  
It's a ratio of silence at the gallery opening;  
the dark-cornered guest with an understanding  
we fail to emulate.  
  
It mingles like an impaled olive, cemented  
in glassine. Its grief outshines  
beautiful lichen munching satiated on stone  
when taken for granted, or aroused.  
The reminder hurts, so we close its orange-red eye  
with the sharp fingers of our mouth.  
 
We reason its truth until shrunken to a memory  
of a memory. It's not about our need, though;  
not the climb, the thrill, the release of salt  
and oil across our lips. It's about the stomach, peeling  
from the burn of heart. Or, becoming soggy, stale—  
our wordless mouths wide as epitaphs, sealed  
in a burning envelope of flesh.  
   
Love is not an Arbitrator mitigating gravity  
of circumstance with the warmth of absolution  
between us. Nor is it all wine at dawn, reflecting  
its burgundy omen. It's a bite: raw cacao; pine  
needles and bare feet; spoon of ice cream;  
swallowing a shard of ice.  
   
It's not a bookie on the bench with a pigeon  
in the race. But the very coop where we hatched,  
innated with a return tracking device;
but, all our educated-ignorance doesn't know how  
to finish this poem, so we can get back home once again.  
   
The End?  
(too cliché)  
 
Blessed be?  
(you're kidding?)
   
Namaste?  
(too "new age-y")
   
Sincerely?  
(too blasé)
   
Cordially --  
Best, or Kind regards?  
(too distant or formal)
   
Your Friend?  
(too "pamphlet-y")
   
Always?  
(maybe...)
   
Love?  
Yes. Love. 
~

Love ever evolving
Hits you like a ton of bricks
Burrowing under your skin like a woodtick
Strikes like lightening
Deadly like the scorpions sting
Sometimes fun and wholesome and sweet
Others dark and possessive downright maddening
Passions burn bright heart gets scoarched from the heat
Can be oh so bittersweet
Beware my friend of the green eyed monster better known as jealousy
It will consume and devour
Bringing this dream to an end