just stories

beauty beauty beauty
how i throw myself on your breast
and i speak only in superlatives
because i am the people's warrior
and these are the only words that
make any sense

and it's all just stories
and it's the only imperative
in all of all there is
that you tell the story of love

it's the story
you've always been telling
when you bought wine
and cigarettes
and walked to the bus stop
and watched your boys
and despaired as much
as one may do so
that you only ever told
the story of love
of longing
of yearning
of needing
of pining
to be the image
of one who hears
the words
you are everything

so drink
and love
and fall
and love
and do
and love
and love
and love
and love

and may you never ever
believe the shift
means anything at all
other than love

please always understand
you are more precious than anything
in you is the power
to change the course of history
with love
it's the only fucking thing
that makes sense
and how happily you will surrender
your intellect
and your body
if you knew for certain
for positive
for absolute positive
that doing so would wrap
you and anyone who ever came
before or after
in perfect love
it's not even a debate

so throw yourself at love
give everything you can hold
at love

and when you walk down the street
know you are the giver of every perfection
through your perfect love
and never stop making love
to your perfect love