Five fast beats

 

My love is not a solid rock

not a nut to curl up in its shell

not a carriage to brag in its seat

he doesn’t lead me here nor there

 

My love does not cast his insights,

does not butter his missiles

He is not driven by the crowd or family applause

my lover, so easy to please, to hold.

 

His square front

his round behinds

his extracted essence

not for these he is my guy

 

Not for fixing my walls do I love him

for the cracks I hold – I love him

for the cracks he holds – I love him.

 

My loved one is not a shield

he cannot open a jammed jar

My love - he is who he is

and I love him only for that.