Cup of Cosmic

  Love is strong as death

  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.