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