the obvious question is what does it sound like
is it a sonnet sung from the world of old,
a duet fitting a shepherd and his nymph
a jaunty sunny whisper in sweet earlobes,
the breath he breathes postulating her kiss
but that’s not my aim today, for love–holds–
i’m sure we have an idea, we’re not stupid
i desire to know how to teach such a thing
that’s been pimped about and sold sully so
how dun are its breasts, how bitter her sting
wronged so, beaten so, raped so, bullied so
her reputation in the common markets
brandied about at all the latest kiosks:
cheap Love‘s Doves, Love’s Tokens, Love’s Bracelets
tables turned over by the spurned lover, Jesus.
the pertinent question is what does it cost us
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