Mind now,
Don’t preach at him.
He doesn’t like to hear any word that might be uttered in a church.
Touchy boy.
I think love is a word,
Not a concept.
It is used in many ways.
Did he love his dad?
Did I love mine?
And of course there is familial love,
Which grows out of lust,
And helps us to not eat our babies.
He’d have me look up at the stars,
I do,
Briefly,
For his sake.
I don’t need to be reminded that I am small.
I know it intuitively,
I feel it, without reference to anything big.
Forget this thing we call society.
Imagine two people on an island.
Will they fight?
Or embrace?
Probably, a bit of both.
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