Granting
What sages and the rest must say at last
Is only love is high. The evils through
The world don’t matter. Yes, those things are vast,
But finally the wisest think more true.
No, not the love of men and ladies in
The novels sold at checkout lines in stores,
The Barbara Cartland plots avoiding sin,
Providing just one final kiss. Such bores
Us all except enormous women lost
In fat. They dream of being loved by guys
Beyond them, women in a holocaust
Of flab. The love that levitates in skies
On Sunday mornings ain’t for them. Above
That being loved is giving, giving love.
~ Phillip Whidden