love

love.
without choice, i follow her. all the way through the dark forest and into the fire and across the sea
and back again.
around the world.
into sleep.
into mom's arms and on dad's motorcycle and
next to
the new flesh of my best friend's baby boy straight from the heaven of her blood and bone and
love.

i follow.
i have burns, wounds.
i have gifts, connection, breath. because of love

all the world we know, the puppies, the poppies, the beatles.
love.

i have followed lies of love,
hopes of love,
whispers of love.

i have run from love, backstabbed love, rejected love,

been not good enough for her, and then received her still.

she rains, she floods, she bakes, she levitates.
 
  here i am, somewhere near the halfway mark on this planet i love LOVE so much,
and if i know anything, it is that here on earth,
love keeps coming back.