Forbidden Poem by Stefanie Fontker

He said to me,
That it sometimes
Does not exist, at least
Not in this life time
Certainly not on his
Tongue, and never from
His very own mouth
It is not to be seen
But believed in
Like some Old God
Only the tribal speak of
And even they are
Thought of as savages
When they possess this
Thing- this entity that
So many speak of
Too many dream of
But none will ever have
No society can hold it
No man can capture it
This beautiful thing
That he cannot practice
Because of what or whom
He has chosen to serve
This evil emotion
Seen as the preferred taste
Of the flesh-eating
He tells me they call it Love