Part I

Love is defined in terms of loss

if we are not lost in love

we are lost without it

A single grain of sand in an hourglass

waiting to fall from now to then,

where we disappear

A pebble in the belly of a whale

in the midst of an endless ocean

that has no name

The feeling of sunshine

from all sides

in the middle of night

The antidote

loneliness breeds darkness,

so we are only lost when alone.

I want to be found.

Part II

Isn’t it funny

god commanded us

love one another

And of all the commandments

this is the one

we break the most

Plato said that

at the touch of love

we all become poets

But if hope is the thing with feathers,

love is the thing with fangs

snapping at my ankles

Isn’t it funny

love unearths our hidden parts

but sometimes I think

I’d rather be buried alive.