Love is... / by Christina Rosalie

In the atmosphere above the sun the sky is dark and stars whirl. From there love scatters earthward arcing the distance between the divine and us, --and I am drenched with it.

In the way my small boy, newly walking, curls his fingers tightly around my hand and together we cross the room; or the way my man cups my face in his hands, still fiercely with want and tenderness after seven years.