on perfect bodies

your body perfect

not for its fact, or form–

but because it’s yours

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Love, Actually: Four Haiku

something less like life

and more like this, the richness

of your soft brown skin

*

more like heartache, less

like heartbreak, the depths of which

i’d die to venture in

*

something more like soul

and less like woe, something i will

only hope to know

*

it wasn’t fair or

kind or nice or sweet, but it

was love, actually