Love
Like pornography
I know it when I see it.
Same thing goes for Love.
It’s hard to imagine me at a loss for words. I would like to think that I can explain all of my feelings, or describe what leads me to my decisions.
But that isn’t the way real life is. Not every feeling can be dissected and examined. Sometimes we just feel and know something is true ” in our bones .”
For example, please don’t say my baked macaroni and cheese is not a true masterpiece of food porn.
I know it is. I can tell just by looking
When Seattle’s Hopeful Haiku-er wasn’t writing about his search for love or his dog, he wrote about food. This missed connections poem contains the first and the last of those two topics (and I’m sure the pup enjoyed the leftovers!).
