by Glenn Johnson
(Tucson, Arizona, USA)

Falling in love . . .
Is it a fall?
Or just stumbling, . . .
tripping over romantic myth and illusion . . .
recklessly, mindlessly careening into each other’ arms.

The seduction of entwined bodies and hearts.
Enthralled . . .
The heaviness of breathing . . . gasping for air.

A little death? . . . A rebirth?
Do our hearts know the difference between lust and intimacy?

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