Love is layered
One act
One word
Built day by day
Until the inevitable bloom of forever
Love is layered
One act
One word
Hurts day by day
Until the inevitable decay of forever
Love is choice
Conscious actions
Made with care and deliberation
What we feel may be immutable
But feelings are not love
They are but a single layer
It is in the accumulation
In the choice
Where truth lives
……….
And I write of love because we are so distant now
Steeped in love
In desire
In hope
But so far away
It’s a pain that grows
Briefly assuaged by words on the screen
Empty beds
And the need which gnaws at the
Root
Pelgris 