can you really love anyone? (..him, me, you…)
He tells me he can love anyone, words that escape his mouth I’m not sure how aware he is of the context of love, that it grasps depth, we wave into conversation about something so tangible seeking its approval before we have found souls to match our definition of love, he says he can love anyone so I wonder what kind of love he has known, does he know the phrases it pronounces, that its more than just tangible, more than just a feeling that it demands the whole body-,
he whisks me up, I think love whispers sweet into your ears, gives new meanings to things we have and yet to experience-,
he kisses me and tells me the mood is lost so deep into conversation, I tell him nah this is hot-,
his words are flames that ignite this body, I tell him to keep tempting its flame and I wonder what kind of love his known-,
can you really love anyone, he said every one of us are capable of good, kind, love, warm, and I wonder does he love anyone, does he know what love means, what it feels like, how often does he watch it speak, can he find it in me too, are we really capable of loving anyone, he says he sees genuine good in everyone, can love anyone, and I think isn’t he right, we are all capable of loving so why is it that some of us choose not to love back, in a the most literal sense of more than us-,
soft hands grab and tease my sides-,
this earth, others, why is it that we don’t choose love even when love loves us back-, ambiguous, can you really love anyone?