In order to be in love, one must disappear into love. Love does not grasp or feel or keep score. This is “a jester’s tale.” Love is the realm where two become one.  To know love, dissolve.

DISSOLVED
In love,
the two
meld into
one desire,
one breath,
one call;
To innumerate
the ways to
life itself
is to cease
the faithful
path.
In love,
counting is a
jester’s tale
of laughter
at the
fool.
Love.
Impassioned,
walk.
Be the one
who disappears
at love’s
door.