I once thought that
love were lips.
sending sweet shivers
through your ears,
down your spine,
erasing time.
they keep going and you
keep melting.
knees buckling and belting
the kissing, the telling.
But love isn't even half of that.
It's the unstable shelter
you stay in
in storms.
Its the one flimsy scarf
you own
keeping you
warm.
Its every thought questioned
every fault re-mentioned
And still we
love to love.
