Love Is A Smashed Guitar Poem by Sean Keefe

Love is the reason that I draw every breath;
Love is a hopeful traveler heading West
Love is the change on the floor of a bar
Love is a smashed guitar

Love is a curse that escapes from your lips
Love is the way that turn up your hips
Love is history
And violence
And scars
Love is a smashed guitar

Love is not sex, though they both share an ‘e'
And I hope you think of both whenever you think me
Love is a bivouac under the stars
Love is a smashed guitar

Sometimes when I'm alone
I catch the scent of your hair
And just for a moment
You're lying right there
But I railed against those thoughts
From the bedroom to the bar
Love is a smashed guitar, my love
Love is a smashed guitar