Love Unseen
I whisper my love
into curl
of translucent
conch shell,
twirling and whirling
like our love,
ankles embracing
the teal sea.
Conch beached
on powdered sands,
pink and foamy inside,
moist blushed lips,
love unseen but
hidden deep inside.
I listen to the warmth
and unearth
tenderness
of your echoing sea.
@Challenge #LoveInAConchShell
Funhouse Mirrors
Love is like
A funhouse mirror.
In we walk, willing witnesses
To the diverse distortions of dimension.
We enter to gaze at the reflections -different
Versions of ourselves grinning
or frowning back at us.
Shorter
Fatter
Taller
Thinner
Hourglass
Stretched to the ceiling.
We find one that shows us something
We never pictured for ourselves.
We pause.
And gaze.
The other us
Gazes back in the dim
Liminal light of the otherworld.
They say breaking a mirror
Is seven years of bad luck.
But breaking this one
Would shatter us.
The Music That Shaped You
Love is that album you saved up for in high school. It's the music you just had to have. When you finally had it in your hands, you were over the moon. You lay, eyes shut, heart and body churning, letting the sweet strains wash over you and not understanding why the whole world didn't agree that this was the best album of all time, and always would be.
You still have that old album, tucked away somewhere. The passage of decades has dulled its power. You still listen occasionally, but you no longer believe it was the best. You mostly remember how it made you feel, back in those heady days of breathless youth. It still has the power to move you occasionally, and it's something you'll continue to cherish. But you also mourn, knowing it will never be as overwhelmingly powerful as it was when you first possessed it.
Love
Is like a bowl
of pho
Such a small word
to inspire
such G R E A T
devotion
You can tailor it
to your taste
Each sauce
more pungent
than the
last
True believers partake
morning
noon
and
all night long
to the break of dawn
But alas!
15% of us
can never fully
appreciate it
So if you can't find
L
O
V
E
Blame it on
that damned
cilantro
Love is Coal
One of the biggest questions in the universe, "what is love?". The answer is very simple. Love is coal. When you first see him/her, it starts a fire, a fire that will continue to grow as you grow closer. It warms you up on rainy days, and gives you hope in the darkness. As you face issues together, the coal is put under pressure. As time goes on, your coal, is placed under more and more pressure. At some point in time your coal will face a choice, it will either break or become a diamond. If it chooses to become a diamond, the coal will grow stronger, the fire hotter. If it chooses to break, the fire will die.
