Call out for Love.
Call out for Love.
Call out for Love.
Repeat until it becomes
a chant, an incantation,
a summoning, a charm.
Expect no answer.
Love is a tattered,
weary whore standing
on an unlucky corner.
Her feet hurt and she
wants to go home alone.
She is disenchanted
of desire; dog-tired of
endlessly being needed.
Love does not listen.
Love does not hear.
Love does not respond.
Love owes you nothing
and pays her debt in full.