love is escape love
is a flower
in a vase
dropping petals on
a table
love 
is never going
back to work
lying in bed waiting
for her to wake
her face
like her body 
her face exactly like 
her body
this
is what cannot
be taken this
is flight
we are free
you cannot hold us

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Richard Donnelly wishes he could make a living publishing poetry but alas, love is free. Or ought to be. His book, The Melancholy MBA, is available at Amazon, and elsewhere. He may be reached at centralcom@comcast.net. 

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