two.

i could write volumes about love
it's the only thing i write about
remove all outergarments from my monologues
and there stands love: naked and brave
perhaps that's why i feel my bravest when i'm naked
love climbs trees, jumps off jagged cliffs,
dives down to meet ocean beds, and launches into space
why?
just to keep moving
when i'm loving, naked and brave
my energy obeys its source and is just as kinetic
i jump to snatch kisses from the lips of lovers two inches taller
i cartwheel into embraces and vault into tender caresses
i bungee jump into me on top
i hang glide into 'this is your time, baby'
i could write volumes about love
remove all my outergarments
and there i stand: naked, brave, naked: love