Love is blind, dizzy & belligerent…
Moves accidental & deliberate.
Love’s wheels & its guard-rails slathered in grease.
It’s never patient for the break’s release.
Love shoots thru a heart & riddles a soul…
True Love is welcoming of a black hole.
Epochs & Eons forever are stretched.
Disorienting pitch that makes us retch.
Reality & feels smeared together.
Love, unlike space, has plenty of weather.
L.B.Stowe 