love

love

is shapeless – can’t be regulated, boxed, contained, framed or organised;

it cleaves as lonely grieves, takes hold,

limpet like, moved by tides, attached to granite, bound to die –

unsatisfied

yet clings

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: