Love Over Nothing
If love were effortless,
I would spin you clean like a quarter,
Dribble you on hard wood like a basketball.
Blow softly, through your wand,
Casting out frozen bubbles in the January wind.
If love were patient, I would wait in the rain,
Not sit on your reply,
The broken records of my voices would be unheard,
Only the sound of my singing voice echoing.
Songs by artists you didn’t know.
If love were clean,
I would wash embrace in your kisses,
And bath in your sweet sweat.
But love is none of these.
It is messy, impatient and hard like granite.
And still, I would choose love over nothing.