Prudence is a hungry barren sigh,
a miser squeezing the ducat of
imagination with shut-tight eyes,
a well-fed tenant weeping at sunset
for beauty sinking out of reach.
Knocked up, knocked down, knocked out –
calamity isn’t tragedy when love reads the lines.
Be a fool for love.
Love is the reason we build sand castles.
Love is the ocean washing the sand away.