Shifting realities
like favorite movies.

Love intertwines
with robust beauty,
wrapping him tightly
in vines of earth’s presence.

Divine intervention
from a woman’s connection.

Within a snow globe
beneath the stars,
she lays slowly
as he wraps his arms
around her.

Tightly,
she will fall asleep—
cosmic love
confessing
that life
is a dream.

Roses are red
And so is my blood
You made cuts romantic
But it’s not called love