AD.

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

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *