Love (is the pursuit of knowledge)

If a crush is just lack of information,

then love is the endless pursuit of knowledge.

Crushes live in the gaps -

the spaces between knowing and not,

teetering, tickling, tossing pebbles.

Love seeks no approval -

Love is invasive.

An excavation of the soul,

the enemy of secrets.

A cracked enigma

that demands everything,

leaves nothing untouched.

Yes, love -

an endless pursuit of knowledge,

a rhapsodical unraveling

of heart and soul. 

Lord help me, 

I can't stand the cold.

My soul growls eagerly, unsatisfied

My tongue thirsts for wisdom -

I'm terrified.

In the twilight dawn of clarity

I crawl towards the gaps,

counting the scattered pebbles,

reaching for the shadows crushed together

By the unknown.