Of love

Of love I know nothing but mother
Moving in between darkness and light
Shaping a song out of the wobbling flame
Drugging the moth and I to sleep.

Of fear Father's whispers teach
Of men in boots and khakis truncheon
And bullet holes opening mute lips
To wails of ambulance bringing the
Beginning of a journey to an end.

Of pain mother's tears first shed
When I pushed aside the fluid restraints
Of heaven and became a breathing shape
Between her thighs demanding to be heard
Now silent now peeling her off me.

Of peace I know nothing but father says
There are places within us where birds
Do not sing and rivers do not murmur,
Where trees do not dance and shadows
Never find breath. This is peace.

I believe all that I'm told I become
I find fear in a woman's thighs
And love in the soft texture of weed smoke
And laughter and tears I find within me
In that place I thought to find peace.

I have been reading and doing a lot of thinking. I was asleep but I thought of how little I knew of love and how I hunger for it every day and how difficult it is to love when there are so much conditions attached to it and how sad it all is. I have been thinking. Good night.