love cannot be made
only expressed
you wake up in the morning
and get dressed
you lie about being honest
yet tell the truth to pass the test
and the downtown skyscrapers
are etching up the sky
the stars are nowhere
nowhere to be seen

there’s a thousand ways to love
and 50 ways to leave your lover
and the 51st has been said
to not be as gentle or as clean as all the others
so you idle on the grass
and catch the rays of sun
the afternoon lasting just a little too long
and you lay down
and sleep