love song

by jdavidcharles

The world needs more love songs. Thought I’d write one.

 

love song


it begins in the same,

subtle ways such things

 

begin—play of eyes or

shift of bodies and

 

things “begin” they say,

or: they “have begun,” “be

                -ginning,” etc.

 

she told me there was a marked

difference between loving and

 

being in love, between feeling

and making love, ie we were in


love that summer although

we made love through winter

 

(and into spring when what

we felt could only be described

 

as feeling love or perhaps feeling

about love) and although common

 

and (at times) repetitive, love is

 

certainly never

                    cheap—

 

sure, I suppose I’ve loved out

of duty, obligation, filial piety,

 

self-justification, and so

many countless endless

 

nights loving out of guilt,

self-pity, self-deprecation

 

and once or twice because

it “just seemed like a nice

 

gesture,” having been taken

out, given food, wine, talked

 

sweetly to, and, of course—and

why not?—then of all times, to

 

lie down on the bed, table, sit,

stand, crawl, and make love

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