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 lovehow 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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