love is definitely not safe
and anyone who thinks it is
or should be
really doesnt understand love
at all.

i loved once not safe.
once blue
and once not.
and in the end, i was safe
not.
and you said i never wrote a poem for you
silly boy.

but love is many more colours than safe.
it can be cleaning up the mess
better left to die like zombies
on a poorly-graphiced video game the characters hide and sneak
while the purity struggles to survive
survive it will because it must
because if it ever was it is
and it was and is and ever shall be
can you say amen?

but love, back to love
that can feel pretty unsafe.
checking, checking, checking, rechecking
just to be sure that any harm done was minimal
and that all things which were better left unsaid remain so.

cleaning up after someone you love can sometimes leave you feeling as if you have visited a crime scene
the images may not ever quite leave your mind
you may always wonder if you could have helped any victims
but at the end of the day, you only care insofar as it keeps your life
intact
you can read a lot into that but you'd probably be wrong.

this crime scene is six pairs of shoes
and the victims are some lizards that didn't quite make it as far as you would have liked.
oh how i hate to put them out on the leaves
water. a song. then they are gone.

loving is rarely safe.
take a look at the crucifixion.
if you can
i can say i can say i can say i

love.