Love, Me
They say
how wonderful love is
it scents the hair, tingles warm and sensual
holds every breath in pleasurable pause,
the body blends with the soul and mind
at the slightness of its touch;
it beats the heart fast, it beats the heart slow,
it is more than we can bear
it is more than we can know;
words can not express it
poetry fails its grand illusiveness
still, we seek it out
ponder it with wonder and desire
contemplate it with jealousy and envy;
I've seen it, felt it,
shuddered at its presence
breathed in its passionate allure,
marveled at its tenacity,
wept in the possibility of its departure
wrapped myself in loss and tears of its goodbye;
how wonderful love is
do you remember it as well as I?
come back for another try
love,
me.
for Julie Leigh Rodeheaver's contest
Love Me Like You Mean It
12/15/19
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