she’s the heart I ask

she’s in her prime

but lonely

the feeling of

holding love’s hand

now feels empty

yesterday’s sunrise

watched by two

is today’s sunset

for one

and her skin so wanting

of summer’s warmth

is nothing but trapped

in winter’s harsh chill

      ————

the heart will race

away from ache

when all it wants is to

pound with excitement

and the body will thrive

in the nourishing hand

that supports its growth

and allows it

      ————

I ask her what she expects

of Love and she pulls out a

small piece of blank paper

and crumbles it up and

throws it to the floor

then looks at me

dead from the eyes

and says

  have Love make something

  beautiful out of that

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