Love
Not in the purest sense
Derived from love
As if it were a passing thought
A dream
Then I am enveloped by love
Sensations
Emanating from the center of my being
Spreading through my body
A cool, blue flame
A symbiotic union of warmth and fear
Leaving me vulnerable
To every touch
The world is brighter here
In the darkness of night
Clarity of thought
Elevated to perpetual anticipation
Creeping closer to the center
Soothing, sweet
Derivative of love
Copyright Erin Elizabeth Mayo, 1999.
Reprinted with permission of the author.
