Love is

 

 

love is not

a gentle ride

on silver sun burnt sand

 

or stroll

in warm light speckled wood

 

love is a carving

altering

metamorphic

cathartic struggle

 

a fight not for birth but for breath

and sustenance

 

love is

a squeezing fist

 

rattled ribs

a spavined spine

 

love is altering twisting warping

until you fit

into the palm

of your lover’s hand

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