Undoing love ( Archived) (4)

I love the falling,
the fill to overflow
then tumble into chaos
when I lose my heart.
I love the loving
the sudden loss of breath
the stuttered words,
missed heartbeats a flamenco
in my chest; I love the moment
eyes meeting, messages exchanged
and understood, unspoken for the ear
yet full of meaning
for the rest of me
a promise and a shadow,
passion and pain
each pulling out a paintbrush
and their colours to make
a work of art that looks like me
all filled with laughter,
joy and rage sharing the tears
when right or wrong
fills my perception
of what should be, must be
is the only way to be,
I do not love the moments
when I shatter
on the hardness
of my heart
imposing order on the chaos,
blind to the wonder
of the falling that I love.



Good morning.

Hey there Trish, haven't been around at the right time to see you for a while.

Are you able to take a break from all your scholarly endeavours this month?