on the side of love
and I’ll tell you now,
yes, you should fly across the country just
for 48 hours in her arms
spend your last dollar and borrow more
to get there
steal words from the past and
ink them along your lower left rib
in a promise to never risk this.
then risk it.
let it get fucking messy.
get naked and swim around in the
havoc you’ve brought forth
claim fiercely only the brief moments
you are given.
then take more
take with relentless fury
take until the taking looks like giving
and the giving looks like a prayer.
love like holy looks when it says your name
like a confession booth redemption.
and like on your knees supplication
to gods you don’t believe in
then see what happens if you believe in them.
love like the cadence of poetry.
like nails down your back
like a battering ram
like a mother holds her child.
like a consecrated temple
and like a seedy hotel room affair.
love like everything depends on it.
because it does
and it doesn’t
so love them both
love wrong till it’s right
love like they tell you
you could not
and then do.
~ excerpt via: Peace.Love.Free
by Jeanette LeBlanc