my love is no filthy thing

from willa beale

my love is no filthy thing, though filthy in loving may i at times be;
there is no bastard lover in me—i am pure of heart, if dirty.

my love is no filthy thing, though filthy am i in the evening;
there is no honest creature i am—there is no sacred mean.

my love is not too big—you are scared of me;
thank the Gods i've enough love for the two of us.

my love is not too big—the world is just small;
thank the Gods i've all the love to cradle They.

my love is like a goddamn centrifuge, whirring effortlessly;
none there are un-sustained by my grace and goodwill.

my love is like a fucking fortress; o, i'll protect Thee—
hide lo, low below my battlements and see.

my love is a cad, a callous cretin, hopeless and inevitable;
i will hurt you, i'm afraid, i will hurt you, dear.

my love is ridiculous, horrid and afraid, my love is
not kind to me when it wants and wants and wants—

my love is so polite in solitude, though, my love is
not intrusive, says please, gives and gives and gives—

my love is the crude invention of my friends, my lovers,
my family, my kin; my love is my defense against them.

my love is the enemy of hate—but no hate have i for him;
there is no love where no-love is, and that is wisdom.

my love is not too big—i swear my love is not too big;

my love is no filthy thing, only mercy and suffering;
no filthy thing my love is, only mercy and suffering.

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