Shapes of Love

Love comes in many shapes.
Smooth as a circle,
pointy as a star.
It comes in cubes, in bars, in sheets thinner than paper.
In big, bouncy balls and as tall as a skyscraper.

When you’re full of love,
it needs somewhere to go,
to flow out of your heart
into all the forms you know.

It wants to be shared and felt,
poured into something that fits.
It wants to be seen and held,
by someone who commits,
to returning that love with care,
even allowing it to transform,
into something fluid and edgeless,
something that could weather a heavy storm.

Sometimes love is narrow,
full of ease and light.
It’ll settle somewhere for a moment and then again take flight.

But then there is love that has no place to go.
No form that fits just right,
destination: unknown.

That love squirms and wiggles,
fidgets and jiggles,
impatient to be set free,
waiting for the right container and,
until that comes along,
that love will remain with me.