.
Love was like,
The most intense,
Loneliness, a scab
Unscratchable, touch
So remote, unmoving,
Love was insanity,
Blue as the moon,
Dry as water, dark
As sun, love was.

Love came new
Like sorrow, like pain
Only newborns know,
Love shamed us, true
As we reached into air,
Not embracing, love hurt
Us and we cried uselessly
To none other than ourselves
In a vacant, potted room, furnished
With leftovers and dried flour crumbs,
Love was the most exquisite torment,
The most lovely delusion we shall ever
Tell to others, how time twists like us, numb
As we fade into the setting sun of a memory
Burning, light falls at daze end, into love was.