To Keep Him Dry

ashamed
at just how easily I love him
but why?
when loving him
means holding
his sick mothers hand
listening as her lonely words
fill up
a previously darkened room
why be ashamed
when i am a woman
who will laugh
at his fathers jokes
who will
send his grandmother
a christmas card
why be ashamed
of love
so strong
that i will
lie flat
in a puddle of rain
and let the man take a walk on my back
why be ashamed
of love?

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