There is no truth in love
just morning dishes with their scraps of chicken cordon-bleu.

There is no truth in love
just flowers delivered through security
a thousand expressions of shortened life expectancy.

There is no truth in love
just walks in the rain with the dog
while the temperature drops at home.

There is no truth in love
something Michelangelo knew when he looked at David
ready to battle Goliath with a slingshot and a short-changed shoulder blade.