WOULD YOU LOVE ME?

WOULD YOU LOVE ME?

I’M WALKING, AND LOOKING AT SIGNS OF LOVE.

Love signs, and signs of love.

There are signs of love — it’s that heat, the blush, the rush of connection and relating — that “relating” is this, the carrying of a story that becomes heat, passion and the flushing brush of the bird’s wing of wild joy.

That abandon, that’s one of the signs of love.
It’s a reeling. Love reels, wheeling in the mind and memory of…
Love — reels in. You.

Love signs in the sigh, of the shadow of a building (hidden, it is) — it’s the graying zone, where the light just creeps to a deeper and perhaps blood-filled sensate burst, that you’re drawn up into the up-rushing which is the heightened burst of Light.

Which is the love light — another of the signs.

That idea of the sign, the love of life, life loved, lovelife — there is a sign; and it’s worth looking for. Love, marked.

Like the code of beauty — hidden, that symbolism; and yet — there it is, writ large.

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