Evolution of love

Some things stay with you

Some things stay with you

Long after your senses are done

Breathe into every space

Make everything insignificant

That thing of your fancy

Your sweetest memory

Even the song you couldn’t shake off.

Find such things.

Consume them.

Let them consume you.

Take over your senses.

Drive you wild.

Set you free.

And tie you up.

Let it fling you to the depths of despair

Hurl you to the heights of happiness

And bring you back to the in-between

To that stasis

The ‘still-point’

Where lies the ‘dance’

That Eliot danced.

Today, I was taken there

Ironically, by a night

The night that made Neruda

Write ‘the saddest lines’

I wept, I laughed

I stopped

I stayed

And it stayed with me.