love is not a swimming pool

love is boiling, scalding hot

it rolls and rushes beneath itself

desperate to take up more space than it left behind.

if you take the plunge

you are bound to get burned.

if you ease yourself in

you become accustomed to the heat. 

take your time or suffer.

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