Fathers of Sons they say we take your DNA and put it away when we give you a son. you never leave. we absorb you. it’s not chemistry. it’s got to do with biology.

Love in the Garden me and me are under the tree k - i - s - s - i - n - g and eating juicy apples and laughing cuz they look like breasts and they taste sweet and satisfying.

Court of Love we used to play. now i pay. you had me caged in silent rage. let me count the ways 365 days. now i smile. it’s been a little while.

to Love the last one standing. you haven’t conquered anything. you never even tried. you’ll just endure to the end, won’t you. and nothing else ever has mattered.

to the Dance while we love imperfectly Earth and Moon dance, trading at reflecting light. the far side of Moon hides.

Love Note oxygen and fire conspire in a sweet-scented frenzy that can’t last but comes again and again.

to Me i avoided you. i kept company with Cupid’s Cavaliers; cuz you weren’t enough. but clearly, i am still here, Dear.

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