Secondhand

What do you do with love once you’ve found it?

Stick it high upon a bookcase perch,

To watch over you like a dull crucifix?

Keep it nestled and weighted in your pocket,

Drumming naggingly with each step?

Lay it down and mummify it in bed,

Swaddled in clean sheets like some holy stillborn?

Flog it upon your crimson back,

Tearing strips of you with ever callous lick?

Leave it safe and alone beneath indulgent waste,

Growing mouldy with fattening bad habits?

What do you do with love once you find it again,

And it wasn’t where you left it?

#HI