A Face Forward Fall

…oh, precious love; without hesitation or pause, I find myself surrounded by your grace. The rectitude of this love makes me swoon with its sweetness; ’tis a face forward fall from which I am unlikely to recover.

Cuban national hero and esteemed poet and writer José Martí
airport hugLove is…
born with
the pleasure
of looking
at each other;
it is fed
with the
of seeing
each other;
it is concluded
with the
of separation.