Love Thy Self
Is it selfish to hope my love will be as beautiful as the flame streaming and dancing off of the tip of a match, but weep when things go up in smoke?
Is it selfish to wrap my arms around my love's legs and beg her to take me with her, but, later, long to be back home?
Is it possible to love her as much as a new pair of socks in a rice paddy trench?
Is it possible to love her as much as the homeless love a park bench?
Is it possible to love her as much as my last cigarette when the bell tolls for thee?
Is it possible my love will love me?
poem by C.S. Smith
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