Allowance for Empathy


Killed a generation of lovers

Now in the wake

Of the selfish tempest

Of another.

Needless, at best.

Let some compassion linger

Like fudge in factory tanks

And dip fingers into the sweetness

Of her effort

To fill you in

When you're blank.

Or when your mind races

Faster than you can shiver

At the cold hearts

Being prepackaged

And delivered into warmer homes.

Take note of the little shades

That she may apply to your day

And lifted, you will say

You never knew such vigor

Until she opened up the heavens:

This freely giving figure.

A living, breathing


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