Carnival eve

I hate writing about love
Because love on itself is nothing.
But a word.

Love cannot be a dead end.
Love is guessing,
Love is searching,
Love is touch.

Love doesn’t fade or run away.
Attention does.
Curiosity follows.
Boredom defeats, not love,
But humans.

Love is the resolution of a debate on the dinner table.
Love is runny scrambled eggs.
Love is the warmth of a waltz in winter,
Mud in your shoes after a long day.

Finding joy in a rainy morning,
Adding vinegar to chips.
Love is what’s hidden behind your accent
And the excitement to delve in it.

© Cecilia Padilla Iglesias, 2021

Illustration by Henn Kim