we love in spite of who we are

because it is a way we carry hope

perhaps love is rebellion

only those who desire

can partake in

and maybe love isn't reasonable

but it is often liberating

if you view it at the right angle

It's art;

Their hands brushed under the shadows of desire,

She looked at him as he looked away,

That bitter taste of emotions, it echoes silently

It eludes me, the mind of theirs,

One craves but the other yearns,

One is above the stars and the other,

the other is below the ocean's depths.

It's a gross scene,

Two bodies so desperately vying for something

That clearly neither realize,

Who is the insatiable beast?

Who is the insatiable fool?

Who is the artist and who is the muse?

Love is like the wind

Free-falling and billowing around us

Hold on tight to me as we see the view from halfway down

The setting sun painting us in gold

Love is like the bright lights on the ground

Closer to us by the second

Love is letting go of this life

Right now it is warm, but it will soon turn cold

I soar high above

To see where love fits in

I see many changing

From one to another thing

The higher I go

The more I look

But the less I see

Of the things I forsook

Vision fails this high up

I can't see myself in love

So I fall back to fit in rudely

Upon the world from high above

It's not a pretty landing

It's filled with scars and pain

It takes my breathless breath away

And then comes back yet again

This is love,

this is love,

and this is love

and again,

this is love...

whirlwind

from micro inception

to our larval stage

or nymphic phase

in chrysalis

hardened

open

this is love

and this is love

this is love

love

the sand that

holds the pearl

for the unknown

I-n-finite

and when I

let go

Love,

and spread wings

feat-less

a final time

to earth

as parapet

of many colors,

a drop of Lifeblood

and eyes passing

loosely over

peer in askance:

"Is it dead?"

and yet

hurry

on

lest it is

contagion

waterable,

in unmeasured

cloudfuls

of dust.

Stepping

away

know,

this is love

this is love

and this

is also love...

which lifts

and buries us.

08.09.2024

This is love... Rumi Challenge @dctezcan

There's no other meaning of life

Except the domain of your eyes.

When they open, the morning rises.

When they shut, the day itself dies.

Among the flutter of your eyelids

My entire existence lies.