Things about Love I Will Not Tell My Daughter

As Valentine's Day looms, I thought I'd post a recent poem
of mine about love.

Things about Love I Will
Not Tell My Daughter

It's real. It's fake.
It stays the same.
You can't survive it.
There's only one guy for you.
It can look and taste right
and crumble into nothing.
Lust is like it, only stronger.
Years later, the strongest passion
may seem drab or just kinky.
Studying birds might be
a better past time.
You can escape it.
You can create it when it's
not there.
Guys want only one thing.
It will conquer all.
It’s not a feeling but a commitment.

No, everyone deserves
a mysterious hiding place.
Let love take care of itself.
Let it wear a skirt, covering
its penis and vagina.
Let it carry us over the threshold
with our eyes closed.


--Karen Braucher, copyright 2005

Thanks to poet/teacher Carolyn Moore for
the inspiration to write this poem.

Happy February. --KB