the heart wants what the heart wants.....

when it comes to 'LOVE'.....
the heart forges its path ahead,
taking no prisoners in its wake....
for real LOVE dwells only there,
within the heart cavity.....
in its pulsating and rhythmic motion.....
in its  sheer 'RED ness'......

we try to make EXCUSES for LOVE.....
for OUR LOVE.....
for its belligerence.....for its 'STOICISM' almost.....

we try to explain why the wiry,
french guy with the greased back hair,
 captures ALL of our attention,
while the respectable businessman
in the tailored suit captures NONE.....

but in the end.....
there simply IS NO EXPLANATION......

for the heart communicates in a foreign dialect.....
 in an organic, visceral tongue......
like a beating, shamanic drum.....
HEARD only BY the 'intimate participants'......

are there LOVE MISTAKES ?

is LOVE simply a mistake ALTOGETHER ??? :}}

hard to say really.....

so we continue to move  EVER horizontally....
with no choice AT ALL...

LOVING HOPELESSLY......

sporting a great big bag of  'RED LICORICE'
 and an extra piece of 'PINK LINGERIE'

in our over sized, 'LOUIS VUITTON' bag ......:}}