QUANTUM LEAP

Do I let the word “Love”,
so long slumbering on my tongue,
slip down and out of my mouth like a
droplet of dew on a drenched leaf?
Swelling as it trickles down the
moist green cushion that feeds
it along its lazy path.

Hanging tenuously, trembling
for that moment before gravity
makes the final decision, and
once separated, becomes a solitary
glistening diamond on the ground.
Unique unto itself, defined by
its own momentum.

Does Love define my own momentum?
And once spoken, my soul laid
bare to the elements that
surround me, vulnerable to the
reciprocity of the one who
holds the meaning of the word
In his hands.