Unconditional

What's it like
the love of uncondition?
Does it feel
like warm blankets
fresh from the dryer?
Does it taste like
silk chocolate for no reason?
I wonder if
I got left at
the wrong train station
My love of uncondition
continuing on
to new destinations.
I must be stuck
in some weird
super glue muck
I am not unconditionally
love able
There are too many hoops
some aflame
and burn
triggering my cancer
of self doubt.
What's it like,
being loved unconditional?