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Love Is...

Love is �

sight where obscurity lays
parallel to luminous visually blinding curiosity
perceiving light�s blinking eye to warm a shaken path
of dark and damp coldness until tipping toes can
walk firmly on unyielding solid ground

Love is

monochromatic rainbows in shades of you;
pale tones of expectations with no expectations
interrupted by kaleidoscopic flushings
at that chanced, precise moment
when shades of you casts hues of you
as the sun reflects its orange moon

Love is

discovering no roads
no paths
no here�no there...
no yesterday�no tomorrow...
only destiny
where a lingering dream finds you
no longer asleep and you yearn for the
solace to never awaken

Love is

climaxing without the autograph of penetration�s pen
neither the signature of one�s hand on life�s walls,
but the brush of kismet�s fingertips
against the back of your neck;
across the breath of your lips,
stroking the balance of
emotional sobriety and passionate intoxication
until each are each other�s

Love is

every emotion wrapped within
themselves
destination unknown
undefined
to be defined
all of the above and
none of the above
just the innate feeling born to each being
but belonging to no one

Yet,

when you give me you
and I give you me,
we become that undefined definition
of what is created between us,
and that�s when

Love

is

ours