love
i've heard it said that its a poet's staple
like rice or potatoes
and not god's love, 
but rabbit affection and rabbit breeding
so why don't i write about something else?
surely i know and feel other senses
of course
love is overwhelming
let it attack a poet and it is the only thing
on his mind until it has been conquered
until love is fulfilled
it makes one helpless
what can he write on love
that hasn't been said
does making his thoughts rhyme
make it stand before all time?
breaking the rules of prose
make it a magical incantation?