Love
love
makes itself
anyway it wants
between syllables
when you’re not listening
or the accidental touch
when no one’s there
in the
“one two three”
before the heavy lift
and the slosh of a
bleach bucket
as we cleanse
the blackened breach
push pull
sweep sleep
in and out
without a doubt
love makes itself
from it’s own
Self
when One can’t be
what Two can become
and it’s understood
where the pain
comes from
but it’s ok
cause it passes
while love
remains
and even when we try
to push ourselves
away
love makes itself
anyway
Originally published in "Dance of Divine Lovera"
Poems of Sacred Sensuality © 2014 Joseph A Adler
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