I steal. It’s my nature. No license.
So I will count three loves
although there have been
so many more.
Lover #1 had no licenses. Didn’t need
one to play guitar. He jumped
off a stage to kiss me. But there were
so many more.
Lover #2 was made of glass
and tall and straight
and bottomless, which was
the little problem that became
my big problem along with
so many more.
Lover #3 is a secret
especially to me. I’m told
to pray and he will come. But
I only half believe. I worship
the moon, and she has no time
for such nonsense.
So no more.
