making
love
is a
fascinating
euphemism
that implies
a recipe
see
grandmas
card file
visit
a bookstore
how to
section
go on line
chefs
abound
maybe
making
love
is
sitting at
a hospital
bedside
throughout
long nights
cheering
for a team
that remains
winless
going to work
at a miserable
daily job
to feed
a family
standing by
someone
when
a church
humiliates
them
falling for
with a
tornado
of passion
then perhaps
enduring
heartbreak
making
love
is
the lonely
decision
of when
to stay
and when
to walk
away
experiencing
the joy
routine
dark valleys
of living
among other
human beings
as one
of their kind
never turning
them into
gods or trash
remembering
that all of us
come and go
so touching
everything
gently
since soon
or late
we will
part
and
the price
of making
love is
the sadness
of saying
goodbye
h.

