Love is to live the world as Two. To have fidelity to a moment that promises eternity.
To hold a hand as if you’re holding time itself between these palms. To kiss those lips as if they caress your soul where my love’s impression shall reside forever.
Your hand in mine, my love, is a disruption of time itself. Time, that tries to erode us all.
My love, you are my absolute that I don’t have to claim absolutely.
That you don’t have to be mine, you are the ground on which everything of mine rests.
Your eyes with me are everything that needs to be seen. Because, love, your eyes start searching where mine end.
Love is when my touch isn’t just skin touching yours, its the passion of my being finding its home in this separation of bodies.
Just as the moon’s radiance can enlighten a barren land, so does your loving presence, provide a consoling and radiating moonlight to me.
Maybe I am lost on love, maybe we all are. But, why should that matter? Every idea about love, is still an abstract idea You were the form that gave it a shape.
Now one asks, how can a moment promise an eternity? How can the hands disrupt time, and a kiss touch your soul?
That’s love, when the Event of holding someone tight doesn’t demand an explanation.
That’s how one steals eternity in a moment. Finding fidelity amidst flux while letting everything unfold from the touch of two hands that are yet to find what they themselves are unaware of.
It’s like a sudden rain, when the clouds find themselves in a moment to shower what the world feels was fated.