This Love Is
This Love is not a building. It is not a tall skyscraper, built with layers of brick and a strong steel frame. This Love is not the foundation grounded in stone, steady in strength. This Love is a whisp. A wave of air. The motion that passess you like a stranger in the crowd, crisp and cold, fluent and fast. The disturbed molecules permeating your jeans, impacting midly on the warm skin beneath, passing with only a whisper of sensation And a touch of a feather. This Love is that sensation. The sting of the skin as it reacts to the change, the sudden shock as the wave on the nerves race to the mind, as the painful realization kicks in: Something has just passed, And you couldn't catch it. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 01:40 AM PST 0 • 8
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