Sometimes I see myself through

your eyes,   my pale  face so in  love,

aching  for  the caress of that

flaxen haired boy racing

through rolling wheat fields.

Suddenly serious your adventurous

eyes sent shivers through  me.

I longed for your touch anytime and

we kissed open mouthed without


I adored your mock anger when

chasing after me and  the awkward

way you looked down at your hands.

Soon Autumn threw its shadow on

sprouting wheat,  smooth and wet.

From the half closed door I hear the

whisper of your breathing 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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