Tell Me How to Love You Now

You're not an object,
To be bought and consumed,
Covered head to toe
With everything your name
Is stamped upon for profit,

It's all so cold.
So cold without you.

You're not an icon,
An emblem or mirage,
Assigned corporate meaning,
If it serves them to expand
The pocketbooks at large,

It's all so empty.
So empty without you.

You're not your things,
Auctioned, commandeered,
Stolen or won, held high,
Like trophies of a souless idol,
Casually stripped of his heart,

After all -
It's just business.
So shallow without you.

You're not just words,
Repeated as cliché,
Until they've become a slogan
For your brand, like effigy,
Cultural lipservice for a day,

"It's all for LOVE."
I still mean it.

You're not an object,
Sparkling glove, silhouette,
Once upon a time in Neverland,
Each year more distant in history,
And easier to sell with a crown...

Oh, Best of Joy,
Oh, human teacher,
Tell me how to love you now.
Tell me how to love you now.

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"Tell Me How to Love You Now"
© June 2, 2012 by D.M.