Day 26 - Love (poem)

LOVE

If you must
sing to me
of love, don't
sing to me
of puppies.  Their silky
coats.  Their wet,
pink noses.  No

if you must
sing to me
of love, sing to me
of porcupine quills,
struck deep
in the arm
because you won't
let go
despite the pain.  Leaving you

scarred.
Wounded.