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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