What kind of love are you looking for? What kind of love are you walking around inside of?
There’s squirrel love and there’s nut love; there’s small love and there’s big love. There’s ugly love and there’s sweet love.
I love you, she said to me. I do. I love you.
This, I said, indicating strike marks to my neck and shoulders, to my legs and buttocks, this, I say, is not love. I say, this is not love.
I love you, she says, you just don’t see it the way I do. I see love from a different angle. You don’t s see the love I’m seeing.
I don’t see the love you’re seeing.
Love is what you make of it.
Love is a big thing you walk around in.
Listen to me, you think you now all about love, but you don’t. I loved your father for a short while, but long enough to have your sister, then you.
I want a big love to walk around, to play a flute in, to sing a song in, to play the gong in, to dance a jig in, to roll about in, to climb a tree in, I want the kind of love that made the fish come out of the sea, that made us all come down out of the trees and start making love on the beaches.
Who the Lord loves, he punishes.
I’m reinventing love. Look up. Don’t you see? We have no roof. It’s just sky and stars.