The philosophy or state of being in love or romantically involved with more than one person at the same time.
Says the Oxford new American dictionary
I say it is a series of questions
Sometimes in the form of
People
Other times in their natural form:
questions
would you ever ask a parent to choose a
favorite
child?
or tell that child
use one crayon
to forever translate
their colorful imagination
saying, ‘I know
you have worlds to create
but they can’t be blue
and yellow-
pick’
a sibling you love best
one place to feel safety
carve
your friend list to a favored person
your bucket list
to one beautiful dream
are you willing to trim
treasured memories
to a singular instance of joy?
No.
We say we love them all
infinitely
and differently
then why is it still controversial to do this with lovers?
Why is monogamy seen as the makings of an inherently more valuable relationship?
Do you walk by the rose bush
and refuse to inhale because you’ve already smelled lavender today?
Is the food you love most what you eat for every meal?
your favorite color always what you’re wearing?
Pwhat you pick as your passion the only thing you’re allowed to adore?
I know I would pick
my love out
in a field
of flowers
but I find comfort
in knowing
that he would never make me.
I know my capacity for love
to be kaleidoscopic
in blossom but always budding
concentric connected dreams
layered safety
stacked bigger
than my colorful imagination.
I birth a new universe every time I choose
when that choice is love.
It was years ago now
that my mom said,
“I want for you a mad and boundless love.”
I held on to that word-
boundless
and now I can hold so much more.
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