Love

Peacefulness breeds Love,
in a way Anger cannot.
To an angry mind, Love
is a weakness,
a luxury it cannot explain.

Love dwells
in infusions and potions,
and the need for
right conditions,
reminiscent of the tantrums
of a cricket pitch
towards a cricket match.

Love breeds -
in air, in gas
balloons filled with so much
vacancy.
It is the breath
of the sleeper next
to you in bed.
Or the scream
of the one who isn't.

Love needs a break.


April 2014.