Neologisms, like ‘Love’

It started out, a four-letter-thing

Just another profanity, a pubescent fling.

A ‘crazy’ cultivated irreverence called ‘love’

Among others like ‘cool’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘faff’!

In the beginning, was a hollow gut pain

A quickening and then a long-drawn drain.

Dreary afternoons, and much of the moon

Of nights framed by windows, passing too soon.

A burst of pure feeling, states we didn’t know

Hidden nights, dreamy days, secrets like the big-O.

Now, I am glad we bartered youth and that year

To earn this bare-boned beauty, bought dear.

This thing, we leave nameless, utterly ‘virgin’,

Elusive, we frame it in tangential neologisms.