“Where is the equal of Love?” By Sasha in her living room

Saturday November 2, 2019
5 minutes
Sophocles (Trans. by E.F. Watling)

Love in equal parts
Freedom and possession

Hold close but not tight
Love in two movements

The before

The after

The third in the space between
In the artichoke heart
In the guttural
In the water below the surface

Not frozen yet
But it will be when the first frost comes

I used to think that love was the shape of a circle
I’m not so sure now

Love is a horizon at dawn

Love is the sound of my daughter tasting dried mango

Love is the taste of a new kiss

A kiss that used to be one thing
And is now another