I Love You
I made it just for you, he says.
He heated it on the stovetop,
added the good, strong pepper-
Until the soup had character.
Black pepper is good for sickness, he says.
He stirred in purple basil
the last little leaves from last year’s garden-
zest from the rind of the sun.
So you can grow stronger too, he says.
when he presses the mug into my shaky hands
nestles a kiss against my sweaty forehead,
he doesn’t have to say anything at all.
And he does so anyways.
Darling verse. He speaks volumes in action. Tops it off with words that needn’t be said. ❤️
This does what a poem is supposed to – lovely!
I could use a bowl of that soup
A touching moment well captured!
Love in action! Beautiful!