What Else Is There But Love?

What else is there but love?

Stripped back, we are bare

& vulnerable,

just a basic force

in a complex being.

Pull apart all the years –

all the thoughts & transformations –

& we are left as we are,

nothing but

.         a birth,

        a death,

.         & the loves in between.

 


A version of this poem first published as But love? in Pash Capsule, 25 December, 2012

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