Cup of Cosmic

Love is strong as death

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Love does not hide

in flocks of small chocolates

and well-placed roses, thorns clipped

and thrown away.

Love laughs at the sizzling

beat and rhythmic repetition

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of pop heartbreak and crush. I

didn’t know the wave of love, the

injection of love,

the comfort of love,

until God himself crashed over me,

water clearer than air. A love that caresses

and flows, a love that knows more

than every book shelved and yet written,

travels through walls

and time and the stubborn heart

of stone I sometimes house. His love

does not stop, it just keeps coming, like the swift

and silent migration

of millions of black and orange

gossamer wings. Like the eager hands

of a baby—you can’t hold me enough.