Love is a Bella Thing (Reprise)
I've posted an earlier version of this piece before, but it's been reworked after a few astute comments in a manuscript group session in a writing workshop I attended a while ago. So here it is again, posted in its new incarnation. Hope you don't mind. Love is a Bella Thing Sometimes I think that love is an extraordinary guy dressed in everyday clothes, a wily clown that springs tricks and slaps his knee in delight at lovers' silly pratfalls. I'd love to greet him, "Ciao bella!" the moment he turns the corner, sticks out his foot and trips me up, skinning my knee, the one that's puffed and swollen, the one that bumps and grinds just like a stripper. I'd love to serenade him with a song or beggar Rumi's words recounting - how fierce like a lion, tender like the evening star - love dribbled warm and moist in the tender cracks of his soul. I know, I know, he was ta...