Do you ever wonder about the speed of love? Dashing through molecules infecting everything It touches. Probably slower than I talk because love doesn't need the words I speak to make sense. It probably takes its luxurious time moving in and out of spaces. Making room for exceptional.  or what about the way it moves. Dancing away like a beautiful Brazilian belly dancer, or maybe it slithers like a sneaky South African sea snake with Parkinson's. I've never seen the formula for such an anomaly. So I gave up on digging for disclosure in a sandbox full of worry. Instead I'll just watch it unfold over the soft crevices of life. Finding burrows to build up and burst over us. The kind of love I'm talking about is  love like when the sun loves the earth  with each and every one of is rays of happiness, daily smothering its every surface. love like the way water loves a body and the way that it gives so endlessly to someone who does nothing but *** in the pool of all it's family members. This is the love I'm talking about. The type of love that gives unconditional oxygen so we can be ungrateful and cut it down. Love can be selfish. Yes it can. But I refuse to believe love is always selfish, that we always cut it down. I have seen Forests for miles loving the earth nonstop. Love that will stand up for its other like the Venus fly trap eats flys only so we don't have to hear their buzz. Love is. Well love is us. We are wrecked cars, all eyes on us nice and tangled up. So let's love, harder than we were meant to.