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| "Each night I breathe you and become high." - Nina Mosley |
I remember love,
the Cloud Nine feel
its heart; revealing, willing,
to give and receive,
love...
literally,
unconditionally.
Like the scores of sunlight that generates Earth,
the pours of rain which invigorates its turf,
there lies a persistent flow of intimacy on behalf of someone fully converged.
for better or worse,
love heals, love hurts,
love emerges from out of nowhere.
we share love...
Immaculate; thick, rich, good,
to the point where it becomes easily understood,
as to why love is corinthian-ed as the greatest of them all.
a soft stare.
THE Breath of Fresh Air.
a Tamia song.
the way your name tastes sweetly on the tip of my tongue...
I depend on love, as if my soul depends
I need love to grow as passionately as the strongest Chicago winds,
like a well-placed crease, I wear the emotion proudly upon my sleeve.
see, once you've fallen in love it's hard to believe it has an ending.
inasmuch as the atmosphere itself leaves your spirit animately suspended...
Though, such as a flower birthed into existence,
if the roots of love are shown minimal attention,
its spirit sways,
and eventually withers away,
I'm sure many will agree.
leaving the sum of its parts far from where one's heart longs to be...
I remember love,
I remember you,
I remember me.
The poem To Nina, with Love was creatively inspired by the film Love Jones.
