Unexpectedly Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Spontaneity is the understated
language of love -
for it lacks the coaching
of rehearsed flower arrangement.

You demand explanation
but what I have are just feelings
when love is not black and white
or due process.

Not an incentive you get
for being awesome
or a handbook of cliches
for a lack of better proofs.

It moves in out of nowhere
on a typical day of idling
a moment when it hits you.
Sheltered, a home in a home.