This Is Love
By spheeris1
Pairing: is there one? I am not sure…..it's everyone to some extent
Warnings/Notes: Poetry, unsure POV, makes no sense
Inspired by track five on 'AofU' sdtk.
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It breathes.
It sighs.
It laughs.
It weeps.
It yells at you and scolds you.
It punishes you.
It haunts you.
And it grows, like a vine,
Twisting around you.
Entrapment in your
Own desires.
Until you are entwined with want
And pain and longing and joy and need and desperation.
But you always have a way out.
But you do not take it.
None of us take it.
And doesn't it feel wonderful?
And don't you feel like all your dreams can come true?
Kingdoms of gold arise in front of your eyes,
Birds sing and grass is always green.
No dark clouds.
No hidden secrets, no ghosts of the past.
It's like rain.
Falling onto your face, splashing onto
The streets.
It's like sun.
Beaming onto you, filtering through the leaves.
It's like sweet whispers.
Cherished words caressing your ears.
But it is so much more.
More than warm embraces and tender touch.
It is like being cold.
Freezing in long-dead passions and you can never thaw.
It is like hearing lighting crack.
Watching all you hold dear crash around you in a splintering fall.
It is silent tears.
In the dark, by your side. And you pretend to sleep.
And yet, there is more to it.
Like fists connecting to jaws.
Like bright silver clashing together.
Like bruises on the skin.
Like sex, like friendship, like….like….in between.
And still it is more.
More and more, until your body aches.
Your heart can take no more.
Yet it does.
It takes all the slings and arrows.
It takes all the curses and compliments.
It bears the weight and carries the crime.
It fails and it falters.
It heals and it feels again.
It has not reason, nor rhyme.
And….it breathes.
It beats in time.
It breaks.
It does all of this.
For this is love.
Love has no law. All rules are to be broken.
What is up…is now down.
Right is left, day is night.
And you watch it die
And you watch it live
And you watch it consume you.
You let it play with you and
Toy you.
You follow and it leads.
Leads you to anguish beyond all you can imagine.
Leads you to daydream impossible realities.
Leads you to touch someone, to want someone, to want….
And want.
And want.
And want.
And want.
And the wanting never stops.
For this is love.
In all of its' terrible and beautiful glory.
In all the shining moments and fearful seconds.
Love brought you here, love keeps you here.
You cannot fight without love,
You cannot walk away without love.
It drives you forward,
It pushes and pulls.
And you can feel it.
You can hear it.
You can taste it, like smoke and strawberries in your mouth.
It lingers in your clothing, it lingers on your tongue.
It hovers around you.
It becomes you. Every part of you.
And you cannot keep it from you.
Nor do you want to, not really.
For this is love.
And it breathes,
Just like you and I.
And it demands our affection,
Our attention, our devotion, our complete servitude.
So bow down.
Lower yourself to it.
Inhale the scent of it.
And let it capture you.
For this is love.
And love is what this is all about.
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END