305–Love Life

it comes down to love
all of it the grimy days
of cleaning bathrooms and kitchens
the lost hours of television and suburban housewifrey

still under the sink where
the poison lives co-exists
a bottle of love in so dreary
a place the smell of death
overwhelms –this bottle though
vibrates like sunlight ready
to burst the container, alive
i burst the seams of this small
vision grab your hand and we
dance because love is like that
kissing me everywhere kissing
you in the most delicate places
and then a ride out into the wind
of change we carry no protest sign
but we leave kiss crumbs to mark the path
in case other
wanderers are wondering about
love believing that all has not been
turned to poison believing instead
that nothing really exists apart from
this love life

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