Do You Know Time?

Love is a man with cold, dry hands;

Love is a woman with ample breasts;

Love has a scythe

And a pretty green dress.

Love is the one who takes

And breaks

And turns to ash;

Love is a lullaby.

Love is the one who gathers the dust,

And plants the seeds

In water and warmth;

Love is a flame.

Love is the music that continues to play

As we dance and dance and dance.

Love is closing empty eyes

And a rush of relief as the infant cries.

Love has five letters

And four letters

And four letters

And four more,

But ends with seven

Or sometimes six.

And love has all of us,

Future and past,

Until love itself is no more.