Not in to It

Things we love dearly
go often astray
cold drinks clearly
won't right the day.

Love is mild sunstroke
nausea, throbs and pain
night terrors afloat --
volumes of water retained

Love is a blue heart
dead in its blood toll
-- to make it restart
will leave gaping holes

How love changes us
accidents happen
-- bloody dangerous --
... like walking in Manhattan.

Go we through motions
creating at best
no good solutions
we all know the rest

Love is our vintage
all bottled and stored
how we live and age
with those we adore.



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