Feed
it all it really wants
kiss
it on its head.
Keep it 'til the light burns out;
Until
we deem the world dead.
Give
it all our flesh can bare,
kick
until its numb,
nourish
it with colored lines,
scrape
it to the crumb.
Hold
it 'til it feels no worry,
skip
until it coos;
Let
it own the futures word,
reciting
all we knew.
Love
is more than a playwright
a
kiss, hello, ado;
Love
is beyond the meaning of life;
A human, a me, a you...
More
complicated and dramatic
than
the writings of solid proof.
Love
is not to be foretold
until
the world comes unglued.
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