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Love is a side effect
I love the weird,
the absurdity of living.
Yawning like a hippo,
shocking you with my unrestrained loud laugh.
I sneeze like a hurricane,
and dance with my eyes closed—
as if possessed by the music,
its rhythm driving me into a frenzy.
Sometimes I forget to listen,
I speak out of turn, overshare,
disconnect from my truth,
and feel sorry for myself.
Sometimes my yes is feeble,
a mere whisper,
saving me from rejection,
while my no remains stuck in my throat.
Do I even care,
with my imperfection staring back at me, always close?
When I am energised by the sun,
stirred by the moon,
cooled by the rain,
and cleansed by the wind,
I rest among the trees.
Tears run easily, freely down my cheeks,
whenever I am moved,
whenever I look into your soul,
feeling your vulnerable heart.
Living life to the full—
love is a side effect,
it has no choice
but to follow.