Love is more than
They couldn’t feel it.
A love like Jesus.
I remember, I had a crush on Jesus.
I looked for Him.
I communed with Him.
Sat at my window and talked with Him.
Jesus loved the little children.
Plugging gaps, desperately seeking.
Fill the holes where my breath escapes.
I need and want. Is it a need? Why do I need it?
I can still breathe without it. Love it because?
Desire. Addiction. Cravings.
I want to touch it.
It’s there. If I could rip the flesh from my ribs you would see it. Lungs expand a heart beat.
I need you to see it with me.
Pork belly cooked to a crisp golden brown.
My favorite cut of meat.