The Birth of LOVE

i'm surrounded by your embrace

The Birth of LOVE

A captivating god of coral and shell pink, 
LOVE was born once 
and again and again and again,
across the world and at the edge of time
when the first sunlight, 
the dappled gold of blossoming daffodils, 
reached out through silent space
to light up the black Earth
which had so long floated barren
and stoic in the flat planes of sky.

LOVE was born in the folds
of a child's laugh, the giggle giggle,
the innocence of grey eyes,
the clutch of a small hand. 
It sprung out in pale tendrils,
its incorporeal purity reaching 
up, up, up,
multiplying and criss-crossing
among the new souls,
touching them,
their skin tingling with the quiet 
magnetism of something so good,
its simplicity as soft as rabbit's down.

LOVE was born by the muddy 
camaraderie of friends,
old friends of inside jokes
and late night tissue brigades,
for break-ups and breakdowns,
and always being there.
It was hard, the subtle, whispering LOVE
awkward at first, an unsure
ball of nerves huddled deep inside,
the twitches morphing into ease,
the black-handed judgment finally 
silenced. It was born slowly, ever so
slowly, inching along into bffs.

And yet again LOVE was born in the kiss:
the pink pushed against pink,
the flesh against flesh,
in sultry heat,
the startled, sensory recognition,
the orgasmic "Yes!"
It was born fiery and red hot, blistering
flames bursting from within limber bodies
twined around each other 
like deep summer ivy. 
The birth was sharp and pulsing
with blood, filled with high screams.

And LOVE was born in the bright-eyed
spiritual awakening of Man looking 
towards the Heavens in awe and wonder,
the stars reflected in his blinded eyes,
along with all he could not see
and would never know. 
LOVE was born for the earth and the sky
and the water and the ghosting wind
that ruffles our hair at twilight,
and for whoever, whatever, created it.

LOVE was born once
in me
and again and again and again.

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Now this poem has got that loveing feeling, soild write!

[J.M. Barrett]

Lovely poem. I'm pretty positive you're my favorite poet on writerscafe.

You've effectively captured the essence of LOVE in this piece.
I'm in love with every description.