blood from love

some say time matters not
when love happens
perhaps the elixir is too strong
perhaps the ticking of the clock too soft
tick tock tick tock
no more reality
nor space for sanity
only the frail smile
that comes but does not go

with love
ruins glow but fail
rivers are rapid but willful
for it seems we give back
cupfuls of love like rain
on april's new window
porous cover, the heart,
takes that murky bath
when love happens
though it seems
for better or worse
blood flows

adt

short hills, nj

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