love is love is love - Lauren Grace Patag

pink skin, chilled knuckles

milky, swirling constellations

hide on top of mountains

and breathe stardust

into your lungs

fingers interlocked

a quiet kiss

a quieter sunset bleeding

orangish-redish-gold

into the horizon


... and love is love is love


empty roads disappear

into the twilight

a pulsating bassline

erupts from the radio

choked laughter, aching ribs

cracked windows, biting wind

singing too sore

joy unspoken

only present and resonant

in the slowing hour


... and love is love is love


as you start loving her

she'll become more pretty

then you last remember

and her laugh will

dance around your heart

as you start loving him

he'll become more handsome

then you last remember

and his eyes will draw you in

warmer and softer


... and love is love is love