what is love?
does it live?
does it breathe?

is it a tree?
a tree that longs for its blossoms,
whose sappy tears trap the mosquito,
oh unlucky thing!
stopping to rest its wings,
belly full of blood
sucked from the hot body
of a young lover
who lies gasping for breath
on the cool grass.
tangled in the hair of his love,
bathed in passion,
bathed in sweat,
bathed in tears,
joyous in a shared moment of sheer connection.

is love the grass?
the grass that cradles them,
making softest pillows,
listening to their whispered sentiments,
words reserved for their ears alone.
absorbing the bright sun rays,
warming their bodies
as they come back from
clouds of ecstasy.

is love the wind?
the wind that lifts her hair
as she lies her pretty head on the windowsill
as they drive.
as they drive back to the world
where their existence is not singular togetherness
but stained by the presence of others,
distractions for their hearts.

is love the tears?
tears shed
as they tangle together in goodbye.
oh excruciating separation!
promises of love
flowing like fountains from their lips
'we'll be together soon' they say.
a moment wont go by
that their existence isn't tainted by loneliness
until they are united again.

what is love?
is it the tree?
the grass?
the wind?
the tears?

no.
love is the last breath
given up
as he lies by her side.
it is the tears that wash her wrinkled face,
wet her silver hair.
love is his decision
that not a moment will go by
when she is not with him
that she will go nowhere
that he cant follow.
where their existence is not singular togetherness.
love is the tear that falls
as his eyes shut
one last time.

love does not die
love does not end
when breath has gone.
love is the tree
that shades the grass
that warms their bodies
as they lie
tangled in each other
never to be separated
by time
nor space
ever again.