is
speaking in french, wrapping our tongues around foreign
flavors and vowels,
intertwining with each other,
whispering
mon amour,
my
love love love love love love
what
her hair and his eyes, gold liquidated, pooling
in glass orbs and strings,
shards and pools colliding and cascading
love
is this truth?
she takes his hand and mind
all at the same time and they both cry
what
is
love?