Love

Soft love
Love that touches like velvety petals
And tugs me in bed every night
Love that hugs me and washes away my soiled bottom
And licks the mucous from my running nose

Big love, strong love
Love that holds my hand like a new hatched chick
And carries my load through thick and thin
Love that toils away day and night
To provide for my every need

Bad love, wrong love
Love that watches my every step
And crashes the ones who show me interest
Love that wants me blind
So only I know and nothing more

Old love, new love
Love that paints itself up in the sky
And keeps painting throughout time
And expands from horizon to another
Love that knows no boundaries to its nature
But is better than a new bright day in vitality

Round love, square love
Long love, short love
Quick love...
Love that changes shape everyday
But never ceases to be called love
Because, with every jerk and turn of the world
True love, old love, new love, the same love
Comes again in a new bright face.

Motjidibane Bapela, from a Journal of Onion Skin Poetry, read during breakfast.
Soundtrack: Ani di Franco