For Love

Written by: Jennifer Ratcliffe

The zombie lumberjack
cries from love,
and the tiger did it.
What is in words
when all we have is motion?
And the hours falling
balanced in October,
they fell from your eyes
to my lips
to my heart.
Love does not exist
without considerable digestion.
As I look upon you,
As you look upon me.

I love you.