Self Love

searching for my soul

in a world that seems soulless

offering control

to old lovers and old poets

playfully forming worlds

with the words no one has heard yet

trapped as boys and girls

behind the barn with cigarettes

unicorns and magic

hide the fact, that we know nothing

love's worthless unless it's tragic

until the time of our becoming

when we realize at last

we are the love that we've been needing

tossing petals on the trash

sowing the seeds in need of seeding

growing our garden

from out of nothing

just beasts of burden

with shots of something

blooms of our rebirth

filling a field

finding our worth

in what's concealed

inside that soul

we've been in search of

becoming whole

in self made self love