Love is…
Love is that little thing
that people say
when they wish to use you,
and then abuse you.
Love is that flowered field,
of all false plants,
like plastic grass
and broken things.
Love is that welling smile,
that slowly turns
upside down
and sours, puckered
into frowns
when your expectations are all put down.
Love is that bitter pit
that bursts from lips
in savage rage and hot tirades
the lovers spat
goes tit for tat
out in public and behind closed doors,
it leaks embarrassment for all those moored.
Love is…
that sullen thing
which began so thrilled
with fast heartbeats and frequent touches
that longing and dragged on nights
of talking and caressing kisses.
Of sweet nothings and belonging,
longing,
for familiarness and far forgetting
turned to spurns and old regrets:
points,
blames,
games,
pregnant scares,
and all the rest.
Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins
We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.
