What is Love, Love? Spoken Word
Channel: Brooke Bridges
Date: 2019-08-10

I love to write poetry and have recently begun doing a little more of a spoken word style. So I decided to record it and make a little video with some footage a friend took of me on my birthday. The written poem is below:

What is love, love?

Is it fire?
Is it heat?
Is it flames that lead
to tears from the burnout
the extinguishing of that
feeling;
That seemingly fleeting 
feeling?

Is it that embryonic intensity
that you hope will lead
to an illuminating birth
yet tends to dwindle,
miscarried and aborted once that
initial blaze burns out?
There’s no dancing around a smothered inferno.

What is love, love?

Is it calm?
Is it cool?
Does it caress your cheek
with mellow
fingertips;
From her lips sweet nothings breathe
and settle on your tongue;
maybe they taste like candy.

Is it a hand to the heart?
Warm and nurturing
no burning of skin
of mind
of spirit?

It is soft.

Is it easy and flowing
and knowing
and guiding your spirit 
through the leaves
dancing in the light
of the full moon?
No roaring flames 
to burnout from the warm
rain of this New England summer
thunderstorm.

Is it a steady flickering
flame in our hearts?
Separate and free yet
mutual, blending, and merging
with matches of unconditional love in hand
just in case
this connection needs to be
stoked instead of abandoned.

What is love, love?

Is it fleeting,
or ebbing and flowing
and growing?
Building, up and up and up
until climax
yet even that comes down again.

Is it the steadiness of truth
in our throbbing hearts
clearing the mind of chaos
and jealousy and fear and
discomfort in the unknown?
Or at least makes it so 
we continue to move forward
despite facing the uncomfortable;
Vulnerable, ripped open
touched by graceful candor
hearts stay groundless and hopeful.

Fear is an arsonist to love
burning, roaring rage
disguised as passion
yet that always seems to
End.
Quickly most of the time, too.

What is love, love?

True love is undemanding
an effortless composition;
A storyline that easily grows
and navigates between two 
wandering wondering welcoming
humans
with soul and spirit and depth and truth;
It is easy, it is gentle, tender, soothing
and quiet.

That's the love I love, love.