A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

Making Love, or Making Babies?


For love to be a success,
One must follow a sequence
Of preordained obligations.

Each one
Must be time stamped.

Coded into software.
Entered
On Facebook and Twitter.

The promises
Must be presented
In the swelling
Of genitals.

If dropped lashes
View toe curls as guilt.

Then express this disdain
To a therapist.
Be sure their furniture is made of
Leather.
(One cannot skip on price
When love is involved.)

For examples
Watch Hollywood.
And practice the dialogue
Used in romantic comedies.

Value the soul
Of a soul-mate.

Or pray to God
That sex
Is nothing more
Than making love.

Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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