"Love Is"

-by DeAnnalynn Arzola

Love is that excitement preceded by the heist.

To lack it feels like darkness, to need it like enslavement.

To devour your words is satiation, sans them, starvation.

Being lost in you, is being found, and black is white,

And day is night.

*A poem for my beloved.

Merry Christmas, Five...

DeAnn