love poemLove.

It sows itself in so many dimensions.

In a pass of oxygen between a conversation.

In a soft leaf of an arm on the side of a rough soul.

It’s so easy to justify

Why he’s not…

There

In

Love

With you

What?

Why?

How?

You can never change the brain or heart that sells itself to

 

Love.

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