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