Love.

Love is a black and white photo of a flower stuck on a wall, with shades of grey, light and dark, dark and light.

Where the light falls upon petals soft, petals smooth; petals hungering for water, sustenance, power; edible, huggable illumination.

But the heart of the flower, bathes, secreted in the deepest darkest shadows, black of heart.

Black for things done you'd rather not share (love hurts, love hurts, even when it's good it hurts).

Black for the silent, vacuumed space you drop into when faced with the absence of your love.

Black for the fear that thunders within you when your heart stops, is laid out, presented to someone who may stamp, pierce, eat, love... love you.

Love you with the intensity of the light, the ferocity of the dark.

The good and the bad; forgiven, accepted, soothed and kissed away into the night, when tears fall in the embracing shadows; the smiles, enchanted looks, giggles and cuddles, in the new rays of the sun, when all that is the world is the pleasing shine in the eyes of your love.

Love.

Love is a black and white photo of a flower stuck on a wall, with shades of grey, light and dark, dark and light.

But more than that...

Love.

Is.



To my love, ~BenoitAubry who does it best in B&W



Note: Enhanced using PaintShopPro 8.0.