Love, or equality maybe

I think I don’t know

Very much about equality. Or if it accompanies love

It’s never been on the table in its own fat and flavor

But something a bit close

Well-

Two loves were a waste maybe that’s so

Never seeing me, past a thin veneer -

The third time, I spoke for my self

I told my own stories 

Listening is what was on offer.

Then consent,

And appreciation.

I don’t know much about equality 

But these three first cousins of love that I did meet very late-

Or of equality if that’s what love is-

Are like a bouquet of lilacs 

And a finely crafted wooden box

2/18/25 00:19