Of late

Often it is a nagging question - to live and love or not to love at all.

Off then we go again, to take the plunge into this abyss of confusion and heartwrench.

Off the edges that brim the depths, off the security of certainty in a lone heart - into dangers that two hearts in tandem bring.

Two hearts bound together, fused by a bond founded upon the queer nature of love. And when one is punctured, if not by the other, oh how they hurtle to a dizzying drop harrowing to the bones.

Two hearts embraced together, fused by a bond founded upon the queer nature of love. And when they are ignited by elation they rise, oh yes, they rise, they soar up to dizzying heights that top the highest places on earth.

Off the edges that brim the depths, off the security of certainty in a lone heart - into joy that two hearts in tandem bring!

Of late, love has seized me. Its nature, not itself.

It is of late time, off to sleep then!