A name.                         A calling.
A way of life. A boom of   thunder after lightning.
A lost piece of ash drifting over an open flame. A bottled
emotion in the sea of tears: love. It’s a time bomb, set by two
people. It’s a deadly poison, slipped into each other’s
drinks. It’s an oasis in the dry, dry, desert. It’s a feast
for the famished people. It’s the blood in your
veins and the tears in your eyes. It’s a
burning flame. It’s a flash of
lightning. A way of life.
A calling. A name.
*love.