What if love could be fed

Donated, like blood,
by people who love

who sit in donation mobiles
bloodletting on Lafumas

yukking it up with the nurse
who had pierced their veins with

just the right touch to get those
love molecules moving.

See her fingering the tubes and
inspecting the fluid-filled bags?

See her packing up plasma in ice
for the labs and the hospitals and

the people who don’t love or can’t
love or just don’t know how to love?

People depleted or whose bodies are too
exhausted to begin the process of

renewal and so they go in for their weekly or
daily dose and walk out with a smile that

radiates outward, their joy so eagerly shared.