Love

love makes itself anyway it wants between syllables when you’re not listening or the accidental touch when no one’s there in the “one two three” before the heavy lift and the slosh of a bleach bucket as we cleanse the blackened breach push pull sweep sleep in and out without a doubt love makes itself from it’s own Self when One can’t be what Two can become and it’s understood where the pain comes from but it’s ok cause it passes while love remains and even when we try to push ourselves away love makes itself anyway Originally published in "Dance of Divine Lovera" Poems of Sacred Sensuality © 2014 Joseph A Adler