Give me more to love

You tell me love is best in even twos.

Two each of chin, gut, neck and nose.

Four arms, four legs, four eyes, four lips.

Four ears, four feet, and four big toes.

Even the word is just four long.

And when you hold me to four, or less,

I can love only here and now,

I will not kill the love with “ed”,

Or push it away with “R”.

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But give me five to tell my love

And I can take the hole at your core

And with “W” pour you brim full.

Each word we send out over the gulf,

Lone on our side, full of hope to fly over,

With an “L” will spew lava

And grow in time into rich land

And we will seed our Eden.

For us to be us, not you and me.

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With only four, I miss “u”,

But that tiny bit more may turn your gaze,

To cup the hurt you try to hide,

Or take that moth that does not rest

Kiss your warm, soft lips

And hear your mind grow calm.

And to the dark days’ cold,

Open the hope of what is yet to come,

The fire of what may yet be done.

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I add “u” also when I feel fond

And the hide and seek is over.

With “u” what was once a bond,

Now ties us, palm to palm, held fast.

Love is not bare, but kind and bold,

And my soul will not let pass,

The ruse to cast real love as meek,

Thus with one keen and glee full “e”

The leap of the hart is now a beat