Different Kinds of Love
This love is everywhere
pointed–a needle clinging to longleaf pine
supple–legs lingering inside last year’s denim
hypnotized–the breather beguiled by the breath
spoon-billed–wading wetlands looking for leftovers
whispering–the way the devoted weep and pray
in the wild dew of dawn.
What a luscious nugget, Donelle. I love every line of it!
Thanks, Nancy!
Great poem – every line an ace
Thank you, Jim!