Love is

What is this love thing really?

We struggle we really do

Word-searching, gift-buying, letter-writing–

Never finding, never quite arriving

At the fabled gates of this pearly white destination

And what if we’ve already arrived?

Oh, but we struggle, we really, really do

We wage wars, losing person, passion and perspective all to power.

Empowered and empty, we stand firm and famished

On the desolate ground of ourvprivate island–

Lost.

What if x marks the space between u and i?

What if youu and i made the space and crossed ourselves out of it?

And we struggle on, we really, really do.

We carry closed caskets on our bare backs,

Burying ourselves in a ruptured earth.

Beautiful black bodies beneath

Our every step, beckoning to us from the wisdom of shared struggle:

Love is liberation.

Liberation is love.

Love is liberation. Liberation is love.