well,
i am accustomed to writing about the dismal and the dingy,
the sharp corners
the foggy roads
the desperations.

now,
i am at a loss
because how do you wrap words around
love that is free
seam bursting happiness
puzzle piece bodies toppling with the feeling that we have always known each other
even before we met

this is a new place
where the poetry is
our souls
our skin
the colors dancing between us.
and i can say this:
love is not to be tasted
it is to be

devoured.