old souls ?

can you fall in love with a mere glance?

what is love?
can we peel away the
societal influence pressure
(onioned-layers)
seeming combustion
that soda-can-explodes
everywhere
by the mere mention

a four-letter-word
bomb
awaiting its explosive
response
can we see past it? get past it? deep-breathe it
and not recoil
when
it is
'too' early
too soon
too much?
when we all, 'at this age' have baggage and scar tissue to last a lifetime of
story
telling
escapades.

do we ever have a chance of
new
what if
happy
effervescent glee?

can we ever bridge
the gap
conquer
the divide
in a way
that instead
c o n n e c t s
beautious multilayered facets
of other to self
an amalgam
new in the making...original in its beauty. perspective. slant of light upon.

today someone taught me to consider 'what love would decide' next; instead of
reacting.
being
visceral
defensive
explanatory
right or wrong
egotostical

what if, intrinsically, we altered our reaction
to every given thing
to honor this
to ask that question every single time.
'what would love do?'

how might this alteration rock
the off-kilter
inline once more.

what is the next move when a decision of some substance (or not) is upon us? right. left. fast. slow.
where must a being go
to express.
reach outward.
give.
?
when can you gamble the assumption--that the receiver 'hears/listens to/conforms to/is interested in' your particular
l a n g u a g e ?
when will your tangent slant, veer, crash
headlong
into
a head,
sitting like a pumpkin
on a fence
ready to be shot apart
into fragments
ir-retrievable?

when too, will your aim reach
full on
to the
epi-centre
heart meat

centrifugal
spot where force eminates & life seems to begin and
creativity
energy
l i g h t
exudes?

finest of lines
thinnest of fissured ice
falling through
plunging

it's so random. this synergy--bumped into...happened upon.