What If it’s the Way We Love? is specially dedicated to all the people living with HIV/ AIDS (PLWHA) out there this yuletide season. Selected from a work in progress, “Stranger the Mirror of M y Life and Other Pieces”, I dared to ask all of us: what If it’s the Way We Love? in our quest to save humanity from itself. Or what do you think?
what if this scourge
this pandemic, this plague
wiping out our race
from the face of earth
without a face
was just a thing?
A thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we love, sores of the way we make love,
treat love, desire love, the way we show and share love
the way we name love?
Just a thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we push and test love,
the way we tempt love, open sores of the way we kill love
the way we forget love?
What if it is just that thing
seeping through the open sores
of the way we sell love,
compromise love, the way we treat love and shame love,
the way we touch love, sacrifice love
or sometimes,
a thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we prove love
when between two
there are doubts.
Just the way we hold on to love
when it’s no more there,
the way we fight for love, stay for love
when love is lost.
The way we wait for love
when love is gone,
the way we live for love
when love is dead?
What if this scourge
this pandemic, this plague
wiping out our race
from the face of earth
without a face
was just a thing?
What if it’s the way we love?
what if this scourge
this pandemic, this plague
wiping out our race
from the face of earth
without a face
was just a thing?
A thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we love, sores of the way we make love,
treat love, desire love, the way we show and share love
the way we name love?
Just a thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we push and test love,
the way we tempt love, open sores of the way we kill love
the way we forget love?
What if it is just that thing
seeping through the open sores
of the way we sell love,
compromise love, the way we treat love and shame love,
the way we touch love, sacrifice love
or sometimes,
a thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we prove love
when between two
there are doubts.
Just the way we hold on to love
when it’s no more there,
the way we fight for love, stay for love
when love is lost.
The way we wait for love
when love is gone,
the way we live for love
when love is dead?
What if this scourge
this pandemic, this plague
wiping out our race
from the face of earth
without a face
was just a thing?
What if it’s the way we love?
what if this scourge
this pandemic, this plague
wiping out our race
from the face of earth
without a face
was just a thing?
A thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we love, sores of the way we make love,
treat love, desire love, the way we show and share love
the way we name love?
Just a thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we push and test love,
the way we tempt love, open sores of the way we kill love
the way we forget love?
What if it is just that thing
seeping through the open sores
of the way we sell love,
compromise love, the way we treat love and shame love,
the way we touch love, sacrifice love
or sometimes,
a thing seeping through the open sores
of the way we prove love
when between two
there are doubts.
Just the way we hold on to love
when it’s no more there,
the way we fight for love, stay for love
when love is lost.
The way we wait for love
when love is gone,
the way we live for love
when love is dead?
What if this scourge
this pandemic, this plague
wiping out our race
from the face of earth
without a face
was just a thing?
What if it’s the way we love?
U are a true poet.
Charles Dennis, how delightful to have you visit my blog on Boxing Day! Thanks for your comment. Keep them coming. Do you still write?