When I want to know what love is
I go to Tiana's house.
Sometimes I stand up, get in my car and drive
mountain roads curling like hairbands
valleys cut through rocks and hard places
breaking into fields and skies of floating snowy peaks
But mostly I go in my heart
close my eyes and sit in the armchair in Tiana's living room
her feet up on the couch
comic books beside bare toes
She will tell me Welcome
show me her best brothers and sister in the world
ask for an elegant breakfast of eggs and muffins, but proclaim the toast "Perfect"
She will fill a page with handwriting like brass gate scrollwork
poetry, wisdom, the love of Jesus, princess rainbows, and hearts
and hearts and hearts
When I want to remember what love is
I go to Tiana's house
and I don't have to stay long.
Sometimes just as long as a smile
a burst of laughter
Then I can go home, too.