Defining Love

love looks like...
the bruise on the face
of the man,
who stood between you,
and the oppressor.
love smells like...
the blood and shit
on the boots,
of the man shovelling
in the ditch,
pulling still breathing bodies
from the smoking ruins....
love tastes like...
the hungry lips,
that just gave you
their last morsel of food.
love acts like...
God, before you named 'him' God,
before you bound her in concepts,
drawn by your fears!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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