Free Love

Free Love

Free love
Free love
Free love
Free love 

Love is not what you think it is, 
but you learn that the hard way.
It’s not just what your suffering teaches. 
It’s not just what your 
grandma’s-big-arms-around-you teaches. 
Love is in the underground,
before the mudslide of tears and trust and laughing betrayal, 
wide eyed gulliblity posing between
that salacious duo, 
seduction and sedition.

It’s knowing what you could destroy 
and feeling it so suicidal 
you wince a double take on yourself,
and the shame makes you shake yourself,
‘til you tear up randomly, exhausted.
Then you feel the love,
no past, no present....
just the love.

(In youth, the body’s fantasy of its immortal self
cavorts with holy temptation in a ritual of the imagination, 
randomly spilling future seed for the reclamation of a past 
which, in memory, acts as a catapult to the flux and flow 
of battered and bewildered progress.)

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