my love

I have eaten my love

I have swallowed my love

I have squashed my love

I have drunk my love

at times,

if I could,

I would have … on my love.

But it’s not that kind of love now,

it breathes me,

it swells my rib cage with joy,

it dances me –

my love.


~ by Barbara S on July 5, 2015.

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