Flutter the Heart

Love is love.
Lips upon lips, a sweet honey flavor.
Hands are for holding,
Fingers laced a lattice of belonging.
Of care.
Of love.
No flesh for flames.
No camouflage for the kaleidoscope,
No wash of the colors.
Because love is the heart of truth,
And truth, the heart of love.
So flutter the heart that is free.
Love is love.