Love is the light I turned on when he tried kissing death

it's the jump across the muddy puddle
with new shoes you hold your breath

Love is my bandaid that won't save cries from more lies, just harm

it's the rug you wipe your feet on
after walking in the snowstorm

Love is the warm wind that greets the frost biting your nose

it's the living pit in my stomach
fearing a phone call

it's the sky's orange, pink and purple
the suns departure and arrival

Love is the toxin I inhale
exhale love reflexive sparkle