Love is a rabbit hole

Love is a rabbit hole you fall into


into a world of its own.

Sometimes of your own


A world with a sky of its own

with physics of its own

where things have a sense of their own,

which makes perfect sense.


While the loved one may well be above

walking on the face of the earth

stooping to see what you’re doing down there and gasping confounded.

It’s the confoundedness that hurts like hell.

The instant when you see him craning his neck into the rabbit hole

where you plunged in at first

and when the world splits

into Earth


Your Fabrication.