love

it is the answer
no question
it is what pumps
the blood
through the veins
it is what dissolves
loneliness
into laughter
it is the curious head
of a child
up in the morning
asking
for a hearty breakfast
for the
brain

it is the answer
no question
to hunger
and to misstrust
it is the magic
cream that
heals the wounds
it is the wound
that heals itself
opening up
towards the otside
living for others.
satiated
by the need to give
even if it means
tipping the world
off-balance