She's always been one to fall for
the pretty boys.
The ones with loveme loveme eyes
and chocolate curls,
the Valentine's boys who smile
and sing about skin
in a stunningly lilting falsetto.
Love
if Love is a fruit, somebody said,
let鈥檚 not forget Love
is dates.
(Not for the name.)
Dates are no game,
somebody said. Love isn鈥檛 red;
when dates are brown & old
they are sweetest.
Here in the cold
They are hard to find
(where I live).
Once you know what they鈥檙e worth,
They鈥檙e hard to give.
Once you鈥檝e felt what they鈥檙e worth,
you want the plate,
you want to brown,
you want to eat Fate,
and live like always is a date.
Sometimes my dates are down-and-out,
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