The shape love takes is not the one you expect.
it is not a circle
it’s a serpentine
a snake
the spiral that weaves itself through every moment
through life
through existence
Coming out of a universe which you have not
remembered
moving into another which you will never see
or remember seeing
Love is not what you expect
the shape is not an expectation.
not a desire.
it is a being.
a moment of appreciation,
a skittering of connection,
being seen, and seeing
Love is not what you expect
it is desire
tempered by time
desire adding in respect
desire
without clinging
Love is the immersion
in a moment
wanting to know more yet being willing
never to know
The shape of truth
patience
spaciousness love is
waiting for exactly the right moment when
you’re not sure when the right moment will be.
