Poets have often
likened love
to roses
summer days
pastoral scenes
other sundry
phenomena
saccharine sells
in toto
love is not
candy
roses
sweet imagery
clichés
violin soundtracks
I, having lived
love
see more esoteric
practicality
from, for the heart
love is tartar sauce.
It looks like hell
you have no idea what
is really in it
yet you always
always
seem to find
it tasty.
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2018
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Ponderable polemics, poetic 