Money makes more money. Love makes more
love. Hold my visible hand in yours,
love, and let’s beat the bear market of time
sketching a mountain range between what it has
and what it wants. Buy me early, buy and hold me
like Amazon in the nineties. My first love, too,
was books, but instead of global domination
I want you. Let’s stay private, answerable
to no one, incorporated in each other.
Love’s dividend is love, love’s golden
parachute is love, love’s initial public offering
is everyone leave us alone. Nights with you
are my wealth of nations. We kiss,
and I am all liquidity. Love is the money
that buys happiness, love is the money
that grows on trees, the reserve currency
of the species, the loan that forgives.
No other woman will ever turn my head.
I know what makes the world go round.