This Love

This love which
Perused my heart
Picked broken pieces—
Tacked each hole with colourful threads.

This love found
solace in my sagged breasts
Became a crutch—
That made them stand up to their feet.

This love knew
How dark my dark was
But still remained a lantern —
That illuminated this dark darkness.

This love washed
Stains of ill love
Erased memories of past pain—
With sweet love-sex that brought me sane.

This love poured
Me sweet wine, drained
My tongue from sore wine—
Thought my tongue to re-savour sweetness.

This love still—
Lives here

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