You hide in the dark places,
thinking, “Love will not find me here”,
he is the lingering echo in a deep, wide valley.
His sound is the harmony to your extended solo,
the thrumming bass that makes your hips move, your belly melt.
To find him, one must not look in every doorway, intersection, shopping mall bistro.
When you are willing to gather all of the pieces of yourself together,
jagged piece, hemming them together with
that golden thread
unconditional acceptance of your own unique design; then
you will not be able to keep
Love away ~