The function of love

by Dieu

And the air opens like
a wing a moment
of opening.

And words unsaid settle
in the heart
like leaves softly

falling

falling

falling.

And love functions as
a journey where
all you want
is understanding,

a returning to familiar lands,
a touching of familiar hands,
a light upon a face that marks
its trace

in the air you breathe
in the path you walk
in the words you talk.

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