What Is Love

Before asking, she says, “What is love?”
And the tremor passes like a breeze.
Love is the dream of a sleepless night.
A blood spring to sustain an empty heart.
The still-open hand when the warmth
Of your body is gone and your eyes
Are dark as stars on the ocean floor.
Love is the ember after the fire has flown
And before it returns with a new dawn.
Brief and immortal, love alights with
The strength to take your breath away,
Makes magic of incandescent flesh,
Madness out of hunger and thirst,
And returns you to your birthplace
At the perfect center of the universe.

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