love
is
the
warmth
of
the
sunlight
shining
through
the
stained
glass
window
which
you
lay
and
bask
in
on
the
ground
until
the
sun
sets
and
passes.
you know, the kind you can see dust bunnies floating in.
the kind that my puppy will come up and lick my face in.
the kind that my mother accidentally strangles me in.
you know, because love is money and i cost a damn lot.