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