A Love Poem Poem by Haris Rigoo

Do not ask me to write a love poem

for I do not know what

exactly

love is.

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Is it fire?

lightning?

Passion?

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or is it the slow drip of water

carving

again and again and again through the rock

of our resolve?

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Can love be sleepy?

or

Slow?

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Or must it always be caffeinated

energized

Zigging and Zagging with fierce ups and downs

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Is love pain?

To be burned and sucker punched

time and time again

to taste lightning and

want to weep for the sweet agony?

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Or rather, is it kindness?

Sweet words, slow sex, eyes meeting

laquered over and over with thick sticky layers

made sloth like by your glut

near vomiting with gratitude

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I do not know

What exactly love is

how to feel it

how to

act

react

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The words come so easily

I love you

iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou

but what do they mean?