Out to love

I push out to love,

even if it is rejected,

suspended, cheapened

by the fashion of

love’s cardboard displays.


I grasp it in all its 

frailties and stupidities

in which this creature

called a human creates

suffering in its name.


I take it in its simple

dose of feeling for the

other beyond feeling,  

and bathing in its

beauty that, once you 

feel it on your skin and

in your soul, is the redemption,

and the spirit in the machine.