Love Containment

Love can’t be contained

Not in our hearts

Not in our minds

Not in any bottle or box

It defies capture

We try to reach for it

With our hands (or mouths, or c***s, or p*****s)

But it is always just out of grasp

And maybe we can touch it

A small piece of it

For a short while

But it’s always moving

Love is a mystery

The way it comes and goes

Making you wonder if it is real

It belongs to no one and everyone

The beauty of love

And the beast of love

The pleasure and pain…

Of wanting to hold onto something you can’t