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Poem · The Village, Guatemala · Aug 2025

Love is...

They say love is the answer, and I look at the sky and think to myself, what does it mean to love?

They say love is the answer

And I look at the sky and think to myself

What does it mean to love?

Is it like glass that I can't see

Covering my every movement

Or like a castle that protects me

From the harshness of the world

Or like a sensitive lip

Feeling the soft touch of the world

With movements based on

temperature So easily felt

I can't say what it is but

The love I have feels like a shrine

Where every scar in my heart

Is worshiped for what life it painted

Framing my life as love itself

Meshing into every moment

Shining from the leaves

Out of the eyes of every one I look at

Without a word needed

Love is everything in this marvelous world

It cracks through into what I know

Taking me to fawn over the unknown

It acts as an oracle

taking me exactly where

I need to be

Love pierces all the piece of armor

I have around my heart

A ring around my life

that takes me closer to being.

A bead falling and thundering

through my whole body when I least expect it

And when I try to cork it shut

I get an ear full from my inner thoughts

Time comes online again

filling my days with Dread.