What if we were lovers?

From the derm to the core?

What if we were the shutters to Hatred’s Lore?

Would we dance with the rays?

Smile at the budding moon?

And hate decay and ruin?

Would we speak love to the widow

Feed the poor by spoon

Embrace the small and brittle

And over e’ry plagued person – protectively loom?

What would this incomprehensible world be?

If we stopped the mind from cowardly flee –

If we all were lovers?

And loved wholeheartedly?