THE WORD “LOVE”
The word “love”
satisfies my throat like warm milk–
land of milk and honey accessible
in warmth and comfort
of a
nurturing relationship
We take care of each other
with love
a verb, too
When words feel fair
they feel like flags
planted
in receiving ground
Something takes
Strong, held fast
soldered and rooted
That which we know
ratcheted in
Ca-chunk
Now we found our field,
our mountain
We can fly streamers on it
kites
we can watch stars and fireworks
fireflies and swirling sparklers
Let’s be
that which we remembered
the temple for our inner children
the shelter of our embrace
~ Lady