Love is how the world speaks to you.

Feeds you.

Fills you.

Finds you.

Love is how the world…

Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soups

Golden

I mean,

This bread was crisped to a perfection

Like golden wheat

Like an audacious statement

That felt so true:

I made this grilled cheese sandwich 

With enough care to satisfy your hunger

This is how I will feed Love to you.

My Mooch.

Elbow Grease On Kitchen Dishes

Good Golly

Oh gosh,

This stain will just

Not scrub off!

You said I looked at you

And said,

“We’ll need some elbow grease

To get these stains off!”

The more you grow

The more I remember how you sprouted

And as you’ve grown

I’ve learned to Love every ring of you.

Knuckles Dug In Stomach

That night I laid

Intestines pounding

Your hands they wrought

The knots away

Like kneading dough

Like needing knuckles

To grind and grit

Well into moonlit hours

Love was:

Your hands 

Pulverizing the pain in my stomach.

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