Who was it who taught you about love?
Who was it who taught you love
had any sort of restrictions,
or clauses,
traditional, or otherwise?
Who tells you how,
or who,
to love?
The men
who you meet,
those sparkling eyes,
those smiles on the street.
This is how it is done, he says
watch close.
I’ll show you
not tell you,
so, you see
for yourself.
It is a learned
condition.
It always has been,
not heard, seen.
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