Sometimes Love taps on your door with roses and chocolate, rubbing coconut oil into your feet, while whispering poems in your ear, making your spine tingle, your thighs quiver, scent making you moan and shiver.
Sometimes Love comes strolling down the block, easy like Sunday morning, humming “Always and Forever”, greeting you with a kiss, while the boyz on the street corner look on, no need to wonder. Love is sweet out in the open.
Sometimes Love is wedding cakes and wedding rings, church bells, toasts and drinks. Vows of harmony before family and friends, and that cantankerous cousin Love said bring.
Sometimes Love is saying goodbye and letting doves fly free to be more in someone else’s arms, then, soaking in a warm bath of forgiveness, incense burning, while your favorite record plays in the background.
Sometimes Love is a simple hand-held mirror, face to face, eye facing eye, and whispering the words “I love you.”