Love Me Like a Weed
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.
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Gorgeous! The title pulled me right in.
I dig this poem. Great write.
That title pulls me right in and carries me along to the end.