Under Love

Under Love

I am crawling out from under love
Like it was a shell
Long-mispurposed
Being always the coat that never fits just right
And that you will never grow into
No matter how hard you try.
Most people don't care for you
They just fall into the mirror of themselves.

To truly kill the self
You have to have a strong and old one first.
Under love
somewhere
Maybe dusty at the bottom,
is the essence of freedom.
Until then I keep the image of us dear,
holding hands,
quiet,
Near the river.
2/24/12

Joan (Spoke Not Through Rallying Cries)

Joan

She shielded the sun

Sword glinting

Shade provided thinly

And said

“I do this for no god.

I do this so that we can all equally walk this street

Unharmed.”

She loved like the enemy that

you invite in before slaughter.

2/2012