Is it possible to love,
more than one,
Are you walking,
on treacherous ground,
giving to multiple ones,
with taboo in the tea buns
Spoons that are,
there to stir,
intense desire,
gossip, and myrrh
Meticulous order,
regimented constrained
No freedom in loving,
that does not make,
for good shade
Why can't love be dispersed,
by an awning burst,
that is able to shade, and retract,
but there in all,
weathers to act

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney