St Patrick’s Day (1-3 pm) at a poetry workshop
Love shouldn’t hurt
But it does
Like when your lover cuts out a portion
Of your heart and feeds it to the wolves.
And love does hurt
When you get a late night call
And he says I don’t want to be with you
It sure does hurt
When you love unconditionally
And people do not return that love
But grimace when you enter the room
And barely say hello.
Love shouldn’t hurt much but it does
And that is precisely why we need to love more
Fully, deeply, unconditionally
Infinitely more every single day.
Eve took one bite of that poisoned apple
And it fell to the floor.
Aah how she had longed for it.
It called to her that sweet
Crunchy taste she knew was sure to follow.
Apples baked in a heavenly pie
On a late evening.
Sweet, tart, sour, juicy
Round bundles of goodness
Keeping each other company
In a basket on a slightly chilly yet sunny day.