Love in a time of struggle


He hasn’t kissed you yet – the more fool he.
A crowd is marching. Tear gas in the air.
Police horses pacing. And you’re marching there
Arm linked with his as comrades. History

Is going on right now and you’re both young.
Moments flick by like stills. He doesn’t hold
you even to protect you from the cold.
He could be kissing you, with lots of tongue.

Moments of risk, when bones may break or blood
be spilled, are when we make that poignant love
that makes us smile years later. Police lines shove
and you are pushed apart. All to the good.

Be angry – use that anger when you write.
Forget the boy – remember what you fight

About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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1 Response to

  1. elisem says:

    Oh, yes. Indeed yes.

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