Kate-Anaïs’ definition of love
MY LOVE IS PLATONIC, YOU SAY,
THE LOVE OF PHILOSOPHERS AND TWO SOULS SHARING A SECRET.
MY LOVE IS NOT DEFINED BY SKIN, YOU CONTINUED,
IT IS DEFINED BY DISTANCE. BY PARTINGS.
MY LOVE IS NOT LIGHT, NOR DARKNESS,
FOR IT HAS HABITUALLY SHOWN ITSELF TO BE ITS OWN CREATURE,
FERAL AND HUNGRY,
BUT INCREDIBLY TENDER.
MY LOVE IS NOT FOR YOU, YOU CARRIES ON,
NOR FOR THE REST OF HUMANITY, OR MYSELF.
MY LOVE IS FOR THE MOON, THE STARS,
THE VAST INFINITE DARKNESS SEPARATING THEM,
THE WAVES, THAT DIM TWILIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE WORLD.
MY LOVE IS NOT DEFINABLE,
FOR IT CONTINUALLY DEFIES DEFINITION.
MY LOVE IS SUBTLE,
A SECRET I’VE ENTRUSTED UPON YOU. A DUTY. A GIFT.
PROMISES. ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS, CYCLICAL AND IRREVERSIBLE.
MY LOVE IS THE NIGHT, INTIMATE AND INFINITE.
