Love Poem

Here’s another gem from my collected works.  I found it in ‘Drafts,’ and, as you’ll discover, it’s way too good not to publish.

Love Poem

My love for you is a rash

That comes and goes.

Inflames, burns, embarrasses–

Then it’s gone.

Where does it go when it’s not upon me?

This prickly heat for which I’ve found no salve.