The progeny
of love
Is to me a
sensation
Like the
curl of a wave
Warmed by
sunlight
And alive
in rivers
That run
red from
The heart
and out
To the
fingertips
And toes.
Like the spring
Of a jack
in the box
Smiling
That might
randomly
Pop free without
The asking
Like a tree
that
Is suddenly
Coloured by
blooms
To completion
Like
something you
Didn’t know
to exist
Until one
day
You knew it
did
For sure
Like a beautiful
feeling
that
Might graft
onto affection
And grow to
a larger tree
Every day
Like loyal
Is the long
distance
Chariot
Like "off" got a set of springs
To turn on
The heart
switch.
Like a
beating heart
That added a
duet
Or a choir.
It’s not
something
You forget
It’s dazzling
In all the
right ways.
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