Had wholesome been in any crevice of my mind…
I would have been raised on love of a different kind.
There would have been no game of slap jack.
Nil to ‘you aren’t as good…as it gets.’
All terms written in chance…
Such as, Russian Roulette.
A map to the heart of the matter provided in broken phrases, torn down words…
Living within a closed fist,
it took a silent sage…offering,
love as something, seen and heard.
Virtuous the sprite that fills the channels in the heart’s curve.