If you ask me,
And no one did;
Love that drips
Like French Vanilla ice cream
down a sugar cone
Should be accessible daily;
If you ask me,
And no one did,
it should not hover and gyrate,
Flesh and sequins, illusive,
mainstream love,
It should be a dose as regularly invigorating as a multi-vitamin,
Not just empty actions
…the wafer I place in my mouth
As I cross myself and wish it meant more;
I’m convinced, as I tongue-pry love from the roof of my mouth
It should not be pretend, symbolic, nor invisible;
Like the PTA moms
That should have dated more,
And talked less,
It should be real
Like the adult student who raises her hand
In Marketing 101 to put the lesson to a story
As her classmates cringe,
And her disconnect shouts,
looking for what she should already have
Love today begs for purpose,
For respect, for recognition
And Instead… is mired in desperation, manic truthfulness, security, love,
the kind in songs whose lyrical prose
and harmonies are musical symmetry, the kind of love that manifest itself as art
the closest to love there is;
if you ask me- and no one did;
It doesn’t flaunt firm thighs, scooping the air
Like J-Lo or Beyonce
Looking for talent, they way they look for love,
Real, authentic love, un-sexualized, sturdy, mentoring love
the kind that embraces vulnerability
Doesn’t even want to own a gun
for Safety; but loves knows love
There should be an abundance of love….If you ask me…..
And no one did.