Love

What is it about love that sets the soul ablaze, what is it that unhinges inhibitions and frees the mind and body, what is it about love that keeps us locked and tethered together? Even through pain and suffering we can’t let go, we cling and grab ahold of the heart that captivates our very happiness with vice grips.

His love does that to me, I fail to comprehend my own judgments, I become stronger yet weaker, my heart suffers and soars, and I cling to his love like a life boat lost at sea. The heart, my heart pings and pangs in echoes of love and pain, the joys and sorrows of every nuance of his answering vibrations. I wonder in thought as I move to him everyday, in love, in friendship, in equal desire, I wonder how my heart makes that leap of faith, does it know more than my mind, does it know more than his heart…

When his kiss brushes against my cheek and my desire blossoms, does my heart understand the heat of my body, does it understand the force of his hunger, or does it just fall into him willfully without thought. Does my heart hear the cries of my body as he brings me over and over again to edge of climax, does it linger with my body, or has it already blossomed from his touch, from the searing look in his eyes as he takes me..

What is it about his love that keeps me, daily, constantly, and always. or Is it our love that keeps me locked in him, holding on to him, steadily craving him, hiding in him, honoring him, loving him, crying and laughing with him. Maybe it’s the home our love has made, the home of our souls fused, the warmth of us, the absolute of us.

I may never be sure of anything, except that, his heart is my only home.