great love to me is frightening it's all ache and burn the rearranging of breath & bones justifying anything at all to see that smile in front of me I can't rightfully explain it the way my knees can or my right hand but I like to call it floating I like to feel that & sink at the same time \ it's confusing and beautiful; hours become petals, heartbeats are worthy and it is cold settling after this. it is unbreathable when the warmth gets wasted