“Is Love a Connection?”

Love is morning dewdrops, kissing the soles of my feet,

as my body melts, and oozes into the Earth.

I always thought love was supposed to be

between child & parents,

Love is not roots wrapped around my ankles,

pulling me deeper, closer to its baneful core.

thought that love was supposed to be protecting &

compassionate - not overbearing & insecure,

Is love a connection?

I used to think that love was supposed to be

a soft place to land,

I thought of love to be a quadrilateral being,

its walls collapsing, suffocating me.

a comforting place within 

an offsetting world.

Diamond rings, roses, white picket fences,

the gripping glare of the TV screen.

Is love a connection?

Is love a connection?

Love is the ability to look in the mirror &

not find anything you’d want to change,

Love is an individual. She carries herself,

wrapped in blood-stained sheets.

Love’s been the silence within a 

world full of chaos,

Love, let me lay in your hair,

let our tears seep into the Earth like stardust.

an example of world peace

instead of segregation & hatred,

Love does not reside in silent rooms

littered with broken glass, cutting the soles of my feet.

I thought love was the answer to all -

a feeling that’ll cut through fear & anxiety like a knife,

Is love a connection?

not an anchor that holds you in place - 

unable to breathe.

Love grows from my elbows, fills the cracks in my teeth,

I see her when I smile.

Is love a connection?

Love holds me while I scream until my throat bleeds,

she is proud when I am angry with the world.

I always used to think love was the heroin in a story,

Is love a connection?

something with a constant like clockwork or the world's rotation

always there - not like the seasons change over time,

Love is orgasmic, filling my veins

with undemanding, natural bliss.

Is love a connection? 

I thought he was love when I found him

all the while, he was still to be defined,

Love is knowing all its forms - its goods & bads - 

it’s mood swings - its body's curves & imperfections.

Love lies in the ruins,

she helps clear the debris.

Love, is the happily ever after once wanting to

cut off the story after ‘once upon a time’ but decided against it.

Special thanks to Cloe Looze who write this poem with me.