Love travels

It's most likely that love travels.
Through wind, yes,

and trees and fingers and hair and teeth.
Somehow it goes deeper than that.
It's a shape-shifter, a stubborn one, that just lingers there, and grows deep roots
and attaches.

And, with absence, comes coiling.

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Love is a burden, violet.

Yet wings of time return with love carried, warmer. Openhanded, fullbellied.
And you fall, deeper.

Violet it's quite simple,
once you get ahold of it.

Try.
It may take any form.
Embrace it.

Change from eyes and smile to hands and voice or voice to mouth and legs or feet.

And build.

Like ice being sculpted




and melting.