Jim Behrle writes,

love ism.

Lanny Quarles writes,

Love is an heliourobouros mantis-beast whose 40 rows of solar eyeballs

are all agog-in-pop-schlupping-spheroexcrescence (or radiant in eyeball-radiation)

or

Love is the explosion of seeing…

or

Love is Kara (my wife)..

Stephanie Young writes,

Well, I typed up a million ‘love is’ statements here and they all seemed

equally sappy and dumb and missed the mysterious ‘it’ by a gazillion miles.

Something in there about the quality of sleeping in the same bed with a

person. Falling asleep at the same time. Love is /as removal of the outer

dress: self consciousness.