Cotyledon

To love is to not be too busy always.           

Love is never busy.

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To love is to rearrange.

To give the heart ears.

The eyes taste.

To reason with the nose.

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To love is to open the fist.

To keep it open.

To bite down hard.

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To love is to reach 

unafraid of edges,

unafraid of no edges.

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To love is to halve, stem to stern.

To pluck the stone from the fruit.

To sink the stone into the dirt of another.

To germinate in the dark.

If the stone doesn’t sprout, 

to love is to exhume.

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To love is to write a poem 

without worry of wasted time.

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To love is to trick time.

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To love is to expect a blaze,

to discover glitter in your panties.

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To love is to know the poem writes itself. 

To love is to know the poet writes the poem.

Both are true. Both find glitter in their panties.