Staying here; “Gave in” to “the made up mind”
“Caving in” to the persuasions of life
Calming to love’s resolve to barely find
There’s both ways to one heart in spite of knife
Whether from “you or you” to sedate needs
Do the things that fulfill urges and holes
…fulfilling hopes and dreams and past misdeeds
The ninth month meant more tonight than my goals
Meaning more than every ounce of want
Loving in such a way can only hurt
Yet I shall boldly be and boldly flaunt
All or nothing can share or spare comfort
…Or drive us to love more than one, more than;
how far we have come since it all began
