I love bluntly, for pleasure, union of the vertebrae, conjunction of the knees, saucy, beautifully, overdose of courage and for not having judgment, lack of occupation, longing, rules.

I love the looks, the moonlight, the taste of the kiss, the naughty smiles, joy without reason and feet off the ground.

I love the feeling of belonging to my love, by the cold in the hands, shivering legs, goosebumps at the back of the neck. I also love because loving gives me thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I love the absence of theories to love.

I love because I get lost in words and love gives me the courage to do what I would never do if I were normal.

Love helps me to endure the truths, so I love to talk nonsense, to make stories, to keep them in memory, to tolerate the day, to remember how good it is to love. I love to make life beautiful, to weave it into poetry.
I love to cuddle my body to my loved one, shut my mouth, loosen my knots. Out of stubbornness, passion, unrest. I love by warm temperature of love. In the mouth, lips, whispering… I love because love is the only word that makes rhyme, song, poetry, movies, and other follies of artists.

I love because love takes me to all the planets without leaving the Earth.

I love my needs, toxins, and drunkenness. I love because love is able to distract me and considering this question Love makes life happen in a single endless chapter, white, green, red, in many colors. Love is uninterrupted. There is no pause. It has no other version and no chatter asking for an encore. It is continuous, without punctuation, accentuation and without other demands. I love because love did not give up on me.

© Beatriz Esmer