Love Be Loved

 

Maybe love’s a siren.  Maybe love’s a moan.

Love’s much deeper than the skin, and beauty’s in the bone.

 

Maybe love’s a statue.  Maybe love’s a breath.

Love is born of syllables and sentenced unto death.

 

Maybe love’s a castle.  Maybe love’s a shack.

Its door is always open.  Its gate swings in the back.

 

Love be loved in the early morn.

And love be loved like a baby is born.

 

Maybe love’s a tower.  Maybe love’s a ditch.

Love dies in the scratching.  Love lives in the itch.

 

Maybe love’s a remedy.  Maybe love’s a trick.

Lifts the living from the dead just to keep it sick.

 

Maybe love’s a melody.  Maybe love’s a drone

longing in the intervals, belonging when it’s home.

 

Maybe love’s a wedding vow.  Maybe love’s a lie.

Sheds its skin and wraps it ‘round the apple of its eye.

© Audsongs 2014

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