love on the edge of stones and bitterness


Love is not the possession of commandments stone
Or a lover’s banner dangling pleasingly upon the skin

But, the moment after the last song is sung
and all the wine has all been drunk.

When only woundedness
And the revelation of a prolonged aching keep us company.

Love lives here.
Unmasking and detaching

And for once, abandoning the sweetness of illusion
For the bitter release of the truth.


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