Love love love...

You forget it because you think you have to.

You remember it because you don’t.

You cling to it as the last bastion of humanity,

rival government, too governed or  no choice.

How can it be, this and that and yours and mine

and lengthy and short and desperate and

divine and sacred and blasphemous? How can it keep

coming back like a virus? 

 
 


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