Love Be Loved | kellysongcollective

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.