love is a tricky thing
we can’t control those we care about
we can just hold our hearts open
hold space for what we desire
dare to live on the precipice
of vulnerability
(there is nowhere else)
allowing for the unexpected
which will forever occur
in lieu of that which is predicted
assumed or
taken for granted

love is a tricky thing
but it is assured
in all ways natural
flowing and
beyond the traps and pitfalls
of perception and filter:
she knows
he builds
she flowers
he supports
she nurtures
he listens
as inevitable as a breath
a balance emerges;
the unseen dance
of frequency
gods and
impulse and

love is a tricky thing
it will toss us around
as effortlessly as
a leaf on the wind
yet the wind
and the leaf
are one