Love is a repulsive infection of the Being.
Never quite crisp as the molecules in the sky- But
Thick and sticky as the Aroma of the sea.
As pompous and pretentious as a peacock in bloom.
And as bloody and burning as the Flesh on our lips.
Never quite contained as a tiger amongst its leaves- Yet
Dangerous as a swallow swooping to its death.
As inconsistent as the rivers winding between Land's sheets.
As tormenting as the taste of waves in your breast and bone-
As Longing as the light of nectar spreading through a Dreamer's veins.
- March 2013