Day 7 Prompt: Love or Anti-love (or both)

Love guards itself
throws decoys
the soft stuff
the fluffy stuff
hiding further
than romantic gestures
deeper than flirting desire

Love radiates
pretending to be lost
as these words dry up
as time falls away
seeming smaller
seeming rarer

But Love is gravity
the densest void
pulling mass
emitting waves upon waves
Felt so forcefully
as to be subtle
so delicately
as to be sudden
Unending, unknown

Love hides itself
in plain view
the greatest mystery
a farce
Love, it’s own truth.