I envision love like a section in a puzzle.
The pieces are oddly shaped and rarely straight.
Maybe it’s a color or part of picture or face. Maybe a word within a sentence of hope.
But the pre-designed image on the packaging, suggests there is a fit.
How frustrating it is to find a piece that almost fits, but it doesn’t…Frustrating.
So, we keep digging through the pile and connect what’s connectable; corners, edges..
Until one day, little by little the pieces align and the picture is much clearer.
I keep reminding myself…there is a fit.
On the other side.. desire
A burning so hot
The brick wall disintegrates
Under the heat
Over time it crumbles
A pile of soot remains
Blowing away with the wind
Leaving desire to decide
There’s something about that end of the first date linger.
Has you wanting.. wondering…
There’s a connection. Is there?
What happens next?