Famous Steve

If love were leaves,
what color are its shade?
red like blood?
or clear like tears?
from brutality love springs
yet “soft” like tender,
“heaven”
like forever
are words
to describe its sensation
cruel like deadly,
fire like suffering
are images
that better explain its reality.
Love is, until it isn’t.
Love lives — here, there, anywhere,
then love moves away,
changing its address.
Love imagines — what is, what this is.
Love forgets — what was, what works.
It feeds on your imagining.
So, imagine your love,
then love as you imagine.
Even in its cruelty, yet find tender imaginations.
Love doesn’t see,
but it hears just fine.
So, hear your love, then love as you hear.
For love grows on your hearing,
even in its suffering, yet profess forever love.

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Rock the boat,
from side to side,
you have yours,
I have mine.

Your actions,
you push to me,
through the tunnel,
of your insecurities.

I rock the boat,
back to you,
giving you action,
through the doorway of my fears.

When you’re without worries,
feeling too comfortable,
I pull back,
giving you something new to worry about.

When I run out of fears,
feeling assured that you are mine,
you make sure to gift me,
another reason to fear.

This — is how — love, goes.
For what is love with no fear of losing love?
what’s attraction without care of being replaced?
This — is how — love, grows.

I am gullible, replaceable, just like you.
So, don’t cure those insecurities, don’t lose your care.
And, I’ll hold on to my imperfections,
as I nurture my fear.

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sing me a song, make me light
show me art, gift me sight
hold my hand, walk me slow
kiss my lips, make me glow
of all the days
tough
barely describes such a day
of all the pains
hurt
barely captures all this weight
so
sing me a song, show me joy
make me art, draw me close
kiss my hand, touch my face
hold my heart, walk my pace.

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