From Me to Him – Denia Gooden

He asked me what is love.

I told him to imagine that he was stranded in a desert

and just as he was about to take his last breath,

He hears water splashing nearby

I told him to lie on his back

straighten his spine

and watch the tension leave his bones

while basking in his calm relaxed sigh

I told him that love is more than an emotion

That it is a state of mind

I told him that in order to love you must hate

For they are both of the same kind

What is love, He asked me.

I wanted to say that…

Love is how all the smooth and rough parts of his skin

molds together and glows in the light

Or that love is how his structure is a puzzle

Gently hand picked

piece by piece down to his height

I wanted to tell him that he was love

But I didn’t want to come off too strong

I stared into his eyes

Touched his face

And assured him nothing was wrong

He trembled in my hand

And quickly turned away as a tear escaped his eye

And in that moment

I told him that he was love

For love is when perfection cry.