Do you know…
When your eyes are closed and
You can still see the sun through your eyes?
Feel the wavy warmth of the winter sun?
While the weather is harsh and uncompromising
If you stand still long enough
Sunlight still parts the cold air
To come brush its golden tendrils on your cheeks
And you feel cocooned in decadent bliss
Do you know what that feels like?
Soft! Soft is what it is.
For me that’s what love feels like
Not the blinding sunlight of summer
Its too hot too fast too harsh
And it leaves you with skin burns
Love is supposed to be a slow low burn
It’s a constant, a promise
a lifeline, a lifetime
its not exclusive, not selfish, not possessive!
Who am I kidding? If it weren’t all three of those a little
It wouldn’t be love at all.
