Real Love smells like the most essential of essential oils.
It sounds like the laughter of children,
a birds Liberation Song
and a Jill Scott run.
Real Love tastes like mangoes & strawberries
suspended in ice
dancing in a chilled glass of uncontaminated
clear, healing water.
Real Love feels like a well washed blanket
just out of the dryer.
Warm.
Soft.
Frreeeeesh.
Covering you from head-to-toe,
both hiding and reminding you:
“You can always comeback and come back.
All you have to do in order to feel
what needs to be felt
is to close your eyes,
lay back and allow yourself
to be washed
over and
over and
over again.”
Real Love looks like the first time
healing eyes hold each other’s gaze.
Acknowledging the space they not only inhabit
but also the space that they alone
intuitively create.
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