Love Translated
Love is hardly ever spelt
the way it is written between the lips,
or how it shape its form upon a curling tongue as:
LUVE.
U see, you need the ‘you’ within it.
Luv sounds like ‘glove’,
for a hand must fit the glove,
and a glove fit the hand.
The R after the E must remain invisible
until the U becomes it.
‘UV’ is more than enough,
the V will fade away in time.
The 'L' must lick the roof of the mouth perfectly
or it is useless.
If you curse love
it will seep back into your being
riding a high tide:
a clean tide,
or a dirty tide – no matter,
both will make your lungs pound
in a dry craw.
All of this tidal ebb and flow
is luv pulling you back in,
for you cannot survive being
this fish out of water,
gulping for that very thing
you have yet to recognize.
It is quite correct to say ‘luv’
as if you were also saying ‘God’
both ‘luv’ and ‘god’ are not two words
but are, in truth, one meaning;
the words are only short-cuts,
a symbolic quick-hand,
for that One U to utter itself.
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