people write songs about love
happy love, sweet love, warm love
distilled love, kosher love, two percent with added calcium love
dove love, above love, I can't believe this isn't butter love
love that comes from Hallmark cards
and saccharine aphorisms of affection
that often miss the point entirely
sweethearts wreathed with roses
holding hands on a bench
where holding hands is just that
a mutual gesture in sticky solemnity
that risks nothing but intimacy
but I've never experienced love like that
my love was harsh and loud, bold and proud
eager to hide, eager to show
here and there, ebb and flow
entirely too quick and entirely too slow
far more stark than the Valentine's pink glow
passionate and deep, creeping at times
and at times vaulting at you head on
to find body and soul bruised and sated
to find yourself beached like a whale
on the shores of your desires
entirely fed, entirely stranded
and still
even years later
wondering
what the fuck happened?
-o0o-
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