It Becomes You

Real Love

Why do we sing of love

as if love is something

we can taste

yet never have

a gift we can never

unwrap, even on our

birthdays.

 

Love in pure form

takes over

it just happens

like breath

condensation

on a cool glass

a hot summer's day

an ice cube melting

on my tongue

 

I sing of love

in its existential form

how my mother loves me

how my dog is thrilled

every freaking time

I enter the door

when in one glance

I see my future in you

and it seems right.

 

My song is au natural

made of organic

hippy-like materials

none of that fakedoop

but of fine

ingredients.

So is my love

for you.

 

Not only can you taste

of my love song

but you can devour,

savor and quench

until it becomes you

 

and eventually,

it does

become you.

Author's Note

Give it to me straight!

Reviews

[Matt]

It's good

[D. L. Hutson]

That was beautiful. I loved the way you explained it. Good job

[Brett Campaigne]

Im usually weary about a poem that frequently uses the word 'love' but your bravado and coy ways of explaining your love give it punch and power. I'd like to here this out loud for sure, it could be well reinforced with voice and body language.