the ones with deep roots

the ones you feel in 

your back the next day

that callus your hands. 

Love me like you have 

no choice,like you enjoy 

the way the words persistent 

nuisance sound together. 

Let the neighbors talk. 

Let the passing kids 

purse their lips and send 

a wild wish out on the wind

lofted by the improbably 

light pappus of your ever 

spreading love.