Dovina5 May 2006

Love is the epitome of unexpected.
Carry the living from fantasy
to fraternity.
Mine are beneath trees too,
by merlot and a farm in the hills.

Love is a new pair of shoes
he bought me
because "You are worth it."
worshipped by a stallion man
who healed my heart
fron a dagger's blow.

Love is a word
it's definition is
who gives it
who leaves it
who breaks it
who grieves.

I am a griever
an unbeliever
snatched to belief
broken, but spoken clean

unlovable
become loved
dark, lonesome, angry, sad

taken, given mouth-to-mouth
revived,
a womb to sleep in
to feel warmth again.