Love Language

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I don’t remember Rome
My feet upon the Spanish Steps’ amber hollow
Too, the rushed-through blue
Maserati 5-speed — did I dream it?
Adam’s lapis aura above mine own

It all escapes me, St. Peter’s Square
Peering out over the shoulders of Saints
Counting each cobblestone
And, inside, La Pietà
What tears and blessings I carried away

Yet, I still see Versailles
Grandeur in the Hall of Mirrors
Forgiveness thence reflected
Learning of gold-gilded love
Take me, as, I’ve never been

Because, My Love

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Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be

Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me

Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time

Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?

Lost in Space

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Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help

Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street

Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right

Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me

Knowing

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Know you are loved
No matter what
No matter the blurry bygone dreams for Paris
Whether withering and feeling dry-dead
Wondering what of this salt and this sea
Pensive be
Whether you love me
I love you

Inspirational credit: “…Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.” -Jeremiah 31:3

Trespassed

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both hands on the steering wheel
direct impact
no hands on the steering wheel
no hands
steering wheel into flesh
the soft
then the crushing
crushing of ribs
an explosion
an exhalation of breath, lungs
lungs pushing
pushing the heart upward outward
no more breath
no more heart
no more air
no more blood
blood everywhere crushed now
I know what it feels like to love

Photo Credit: A.P. Cook