Love Is

Love is curious--forever young.

It's getting acquainted again and again,

a scavenger hunt with no buried treasure

but riches in what your brain makes of riddles.

Love is conscious--intentional, pure,

your favorite fruit on my grocery list.

It sorts through words rich with subtext and picks

only those that fall soft on bruised ears.

Love is healing--the one true remedy,

melted sun's tunnel through stubborn blood clots,

gashes stitched gently with minimal tears,

an overdose on laughter

once or twice a day.

Love is power--its claim and surrender.

You take my body; this soul, we'll share.

I'll build you a shelter you can call home

and be a humble guest until the day's over.