I read it once on the front page of a tabloid

I read once that it’s only love if you can list all the reasons why, otherwise it is simply biology, a response that with time will fade.

… and so I ponder when it was that love became a checklist of necessities and where on that list I should write that together we laugh like hyenas, contagiously giggling.

Further to this thought, when did love become a collection of data; a spreadsheet of positives, the five year plan of our futures, and is this the place where I should mention that I believe we have lived many futures, together, already?

I read once that we should consider love with our rational mind, so I consider the vagus nerve and your intrinsic understanding of her, I can comprehend the rise and even the fall, yet thought is without physical form, are we not told, that which we can not see or touch does not exist? Yet this we both know is not true, so where in my list should I write that I taste your essence at point of implosion.. Explosion?

I read once that it’s only love if you can list all the reasons why, otherwise it is simply biology…

I think Samuel Johnson Jr failed me in offering so few words…. for I could surely form a new dictionary based solely on my reasons why.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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A whisper on golden rays.

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Yonder ethereal skies your essence

sweeps across my soul embracing

my darkest shadows with tender

kisses of devotion. And I am defenseless,

the ancient echo of love sung by the morning

bird tingles across frozen drops of dew.

Spiraled imprint of frost delicately

painted across whimsical dreams thawing

at the warmth of your tongue,

the caress of your lips,

the embrace of your love that

traverses

countless seconds dispersing the atoms

of our existence.

Breaking times barrier,

colliding with celestial storms

reaching now from beyond the realm,

a single flame we burn in the echos

of our infinite universe an eternal

love the expansion of our souls united in

a chaotic flurry of brilliance.

Karen Hayward * ©2017

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