Plinky.com asked me how many times I’ve been in love.
Shall I colour each day
with categorization
and empty meaning?
Shall I paint the sky
crimson
for fear of her leaving?
And who is this man
who has filled
my heart full?
This child
this old lady
welcomed me in
Embraces
kisses
trust
Have I quantified love
notched you
on my bed-post?
A world war pilot
metaphoric scalps
fuselage punctuation
Count what counts
for the counting
I say
Let’s not reduce
this glory
to meaningless competition
I have loved
enough
yet never enough
I love with neither
top
nor bottom
Length width depth
lose meaning
in the face of love
