i love love and love seeing them sail to each other’s shores, rowing their boats. i must have been lost at bay if it weren’t for the home their love became. oh, i must say, what friends i precipitously made— one came and lifted off my weights in the easiest way, and the other falls not short of what writers claim. blended in a muzzled tray, a color uncomprehended, an uncanny shade. i love love— water glistens when they speak to each other’s praise, when she holds her neck to mindfully read her lover’s name. i love their show-off games: “my girl did this.” “mine did that.” “i lustfully love her.” “i miss her again.” the jealous flowers shed their petals, shower their pollens, and fragrance rains. there i settle in heart, in a pit, in a deep cave. all i hold for them to take— love. now i love them atrociously. wanting their love to stay holding arms slipping away bloom as the blue water lilies and singing like the nightingales.