Love is not the possession of commandments stone
Or a lover’s banner dangling pleasingly upon the skin,
But, the moment after the last song is sung
and all the wine has all been drunk,
When only woundedness
And the revelation of a prolonged aching keep us company.
Love lives here.
Unmasking and detaching
And for once, abandoning the sweetness of illusion
For the bitter release of the truth.
