Ask me what love is? I may not answer coherently.
Love comes on big and strong,
overwhelms reason gleefully,
Then takes a dramatic pause.
Demonstrative, shockingly bold,
Exciting, titillating,
Leaving you to simmer
and scary eager,
And yes, this is occasionally so.
But no, the truth is more intimate and compact.
Love does come like spring wind,
Out of winter wilderness,
Uproots trees carefully planted for privacy; Stirs the ground of your garden
May even take your roof.
And leave you entirely unsettled,
Then without any pretense give up control.
Love first jumps for joy,
Then sits beside you,
Hopes you take notice.
Whispers I’m here,
Hopes you hear.
Noses in under your chin,
Seeks kind acknowledgment,
Licks your fingers as if sticky with honey.
True love is nard spread over tired feet.
A sudden aroma suffuses the room.
An intoxication surrounds your head.
An erotic smell relaxes the nose
makes you sniff.
The sublime scent calls you to attention.
Opens eyes to the one giving,
Learning her art of gentle sacrifice,
Accepting her tender touch,
Allowing tomorrow to worry for tomorrow.
The moment you let go the fear of being left,
drop expectations of coming success,
Humbly receive in gratitude
the grace of simple gifts,
Love takes your hand and leads you home.
THH
04/03/25
Thoughts Have Hands 