My ode to love

When two masses, balls of complex and transparent life forms, spot one another, what happens is never underwhelming. If it’s their body form, you judge… Their hums of voices. Their hair absorbing sunlight. It can be invisting or far too foreign… Love is a desired form of dreams, stories, myths, etc. And the words have been played over and over to the point that, that record is now up on the shelf. But still used, now it’s a piece of art. Still desirable, still talked about… Therefore nothing else should be said… However, Love, you have made me blind from your brother, Hate. You have grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the curb on 14th and Broadway. You have laid me in bed next to a human who I may spend the rest of my earthling years with. You, Love, have made me enchanted by the sounds of banjos and puppy snors and echo-filled streets. I yearn for autumn months because I’m sure that every human I see, is ten times happier. At ease. Love, you’ve made me cry in Long Island while my love held me at the train stop, at dusk. I still cry to certain songs because I know that someone at that second, is listening to that same melody. I am overly devoted to the moon, her trees, her peacefulness and grace… I cannot see love. I can only see her footprints. Leading me in life and dream.