Love is
sight where obscurity lays
parallel to luminous visually blinding curiosity
perceiving light’s blinking eye to warm a shaken path
of dark and damp coldness until tipping toes can
walk firmly on unyielding solid ground…

Love is
monochromatic rainbows in shades of you;
pale tones of expectations with no expectations
interrupted by kaleidoscopic flushings
at that chanced, precise moment
when shades of you casts hues of you
as the sun reflects its orange moon…

Love is
discovering no roads
no paths
no here…no there…
no yesterday…no tomorrow…
only destiny
where a lingering dream finds you
no longer asleep and you yearn for the
solace to never awaken…

Love is
climaxing without the autograph of penetration’s pen
neither the signature of one’s hand on life’s walls,
but the brush of kismet’s fingertips
against the back of your neck;
across the breath of your lips,
stroking the balance of emotional sobriety and passionate intoxication
until each are each other’s…

Love is
every emotion wrapped within
themselves
destination unknown
undefined
to be defined
all of the above and
none of the above
just the innate feeling born to each being
but belonging to no one…

Yet,
when you give me you
and I give you me,
we become that undefined definition
of what is created between us,
and that’s when

Love
is
ours

(c) Copyright 2016 Teeya

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
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