What does this love look like?

A bed of golden wheat flitting in the wind like feathers,

Stretching across acres of red and yellow gravel

The earth mirrors the sky as light glitters among black matter.

But where does this love reside?

Her love lies below, knotted like diamonds in her navel,

In the music found in silence, the chirps and whistles.

The colours blossoming from her bosom sprout life.

I untangle my fists as if they were wings and stretch my hands towards you.