the trouble with love stories
as in, the stories we tell ourselves
about what can qualify as
reasonable love,
is love needs far less reason
than what we've been reading
and repeating like a religion of verses
for the scared soul
choosy children, we are
choosy and unwise
saying, this, this is my favorite
story of all time
read me no further
write me no new scripts
the parts, we've cast
the credits, we've pre-written
before we've ever met the
glory of the tradition we follow
silly children, bound to be sad
bound to a bible of culture
a stone tablet of choices
chosen without ever knowing
the god of the wild wind
the goddess of an unrelenting spring
in a hidden garden
back behind the trailer
back where nothing is forbidden
and the greatest story of all
is your capacity to fall fully
to your knees, heart spread
and hungry
for something hearty
and honest
as lips touching lips
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