love

love is a pernicious thing,

i thought i knew all about
now i realize

i was wrong 

love is not a word, soft whisper, hand holding

love is not longing

love is not a passionate kiss

love is not a wedding band

love is not a poem

i only confess Love is a Man

as for man, no, i don’t know love

i just see glimpses in sunsets, in giggling in the dying 

will i ever?

i don’t know, i don’t know