Dominos of Love

So tenuous the balance,

So easy the topple.

Still…

Until the first is tipped,

The rest know not but to stand.

So goes…

First touch,

The infatuation of prize,

The surface lure of glory,

Knowing not beneath the aura of chance.

Yet…

To not move,

To not place a final piece in place,

To not show one’s power,

One’s steadfast conviction…

Such is to set in motion

The tremble of fear,

The sense of doubt,

The freezing of reality.

How stalwart

The pieces of love’s journey,

Its traversing of precipitous curves

And precise purpose,

All subject to

The failure of protecting the precious,

The very core of the vibratory movement,

The stay,

Or not stay,

The willingness to prevail,

To wait out the vulnerability of balance.

Oh…

To allow the dominos of love

To stay the course.

For love knows no end.

It desires to remain as

An indelible perpetual beginning,

Even when passion’s movement teeters

And threatens to collapse.