Love Is

     Mismatched socks, too big T-shirts
     old worn jeans with no make up
     Half smiles, the ones at just the corner
     of the mouth
     Ribs that ache with laughing
     A mind challenged and vindicated
     Dreams, set free from gossamer prisons
     to float in the world of edges
     Without eyes to see,
     or ears to hear
     or lips to touch
     If never again would the world
     be tangible,
     it could continue on