Song of a little love

I’ve got a love that’s little
and sweet-toothed
like a baby.

An odd love
that takes the bait
and doesn’t swallow the hook.

I’ve got a splendid love
red and juicy
like a pomegranate.

I’ve got a friendly love
that kills with pleasure
and dies for it.

Neither blind
nor tragic
nor contracted.

Neither eternal
nor magic
nor rented.

Flowing through the open seams,
I’ve got a little love.

I’ve got a little love
new, like the time
ofmaturity,

that burns like wood shavings,
comes on horseback
and climbs up balconies.

I’ve got a companion love
that doesn’t carry memories
or leave tokens.

I’ve got a love for you
that starts to dance
when it’s wound up.