An Open Build

Let us not build houses too small,
walking hunched room to room
and call it love.
That is not living, and it is not love
despite what we may call it.

Loves makes our shoulders wide
and backs straight.
Draws breath and gives us eyes for beauty.

May we all know that love,
the one that comprises the fabric of our every cell.
The one that makes us noble, vulnerable,
and capable of marvelous things.

May all those who do not yet know, come to know,
and those who do know, not forget.