Handle Love
i
Roll love
on your tongue:
roll it nicely
round&round
until it becomes
slick with familiarity
slide it further
to the tip of tongue
till it almost reaches
the edge, let it hang
hang
with heaviness
but at the last minute
flick it back up
to touch the roof of mouth
stick like gum,
a reminder of its existence
scrape gently,
careful now
to remove it
and place it in a jar:
hear the brittle clinking
as it hits the bottom:
now you can
stare at the specimen
labelled "love:
intended to be preserved
for life."
ii
Fold love
twice,
place it in an envelope,
lick and seal it,
tuck it in your pocket,
button and keep it safe:
there's no insurance
for lost love:
you can't claim
it back
so take it
wherever you go
and show love
how you love love
if you love love.
iii
Write love
on the wall, on the desk, on a piece of paper,
color it in, like school girls do,
when they are "in love" -- no harm in it,
for love -- at least it gets a mention.
iv
Pull love
off the shelf,
dust it, and read its yellowing pages:
it has been around
for ages, it waits, patiently
for you to come by, and remember:
bookmark it,
for future reference.
v
Take love
out on a date, seduce it
with words, more words, touching it
would not be so bad too, go ahead
take love
out for a ride, take it's picture
for old times' sake,
you will never regret it.
vi
Drink love
in its entirety -- its pure form:
it is not toxic -- at least, to some,
one shot, daily,
would do your body good
this time, you can
drink and drive.
vii
Wash love
with your daily laundry,
it adds color
to anything it touches
see love
whirlwhirl
and spread itself in soapy water
through the washer window
do not worry: it can withstand
cold, heat, detergent, bleach,
it is also machine-washable
hang love
to dry, let it meet the sun,
bask under the holy light,
receive blessing, now you can
wear love.
viii
Pin love
on your sleeve,
declare it yours:
it is you
who have found it, lying
by the sill of your window
not the skeptics,
who snicker, poke, gag, and say
"it must be April" --
convince yourself that
they do not know any better.
ix
Tug love
at its side, like a child holding on
to the hem of mother's skirt,
bother it to come,
beside your bed
lay love
slowly, down on your pillow,
you will have pleasure
watching it
sleep.
x
Make love.
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