It's tossed away like sweat Off of the skin into the wind And hovers valiantly As if to say, “I'd like to stay” And then evaporates To be breathed in our lungs again Call it what you may Sex or Doris Day Chocolate coffee cake It's thrown away like trash Into a can then under land And there seeps in the ground Content to be a source for seed But is dug up again To be reused Perhaps abused Call it what you will Hugs or cars or pills One big hole to fill Love won't clear your lungs Love won't thin your tongue Love can't save the girl And love won't save the world It falls away like tears Into the sea to memory And mingles with the salt A gentle sting A home to be