her name is love

love is not comfortable or kind.

love is not a whimsy or an emotion that leaves you blind.

love is not sweet and gentle with her hands.

love is as cold as winter and as course as sand.

she embraces you with fire and melts you with her flames.

she will leave you black and golden until nothing else remains.

as she approaches you in your sleep when darkness allows her to fly in and silently land upon your feet.

she will climb under the covers and surround your skin.

she will enter your veins and possess your limbs.

your tongue is now her tongue and words seems strained.

she will make you say such things that will cause you sudden pain.

but then her kiss, her kiss will heal.

her eyes will soothe and her heart is real.

and for all the jagged corners and wicked edges she fills you with life.

her name is love and she is all I wish for every night.