There are times I can see myself through

your eyes. My pale face so in  love,

aching  for  the caress of a flaxen

haired boy racing through rolling fields.

Suddenly serious your adventurous eyes

sent yearning shivers through  me.

I longed for your touch anytime and

kissed you opened mouth without

asking your permission.

I adored your mock anger when you

chased after me and the awkward way

you looked down at your hands.

Soon Autumn threw its shadow on

sprouting wheat smooth and wet.

Now, I can hear the soft whisper

of his breathing through a half

closed door and know there are

different kinds of love,

wild, ruthless, and unafraid.


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120 thoughts on “a different kind of love

  1. I am overwhelmed by the sincerity of this poem. I’m in awe of the mastery of your words.
    You create universes unto themselves. Crab apple preserves appear upon my shelves.

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    1. I never dreamed I could conjure a crab apple preserve universe on your shelves. I’ve achieved a whole new level of conjuring. Enjoy the Crab Apples , I grew them myself. ❦❦❦❦


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