The verb To Love.

It is liquid fire, it is a moving tide,

it is the sweet headiness of Ambrosia taken on an empty stomach,

it is the sound of ice particles chiming on crystal,

it is a weeping Cello,

a keening widow at a grave-side,

arctic snow shadowed by the Northern lights,

early morning showers, mango blossoms, bees, salt, headaches,

a terrible moment such as this,

it is dangerous,

 it is living and breathing without need of a single word,

it can kill and distort when unbridled or left untended.

Love is action.

excerpt from upcoming book: “Ghosts” expected pub. date 7/18

9/11/2017

lmh.