Love ismorning chatswhile youare still asleepbut conversantPlans for the daywhen we return againwhat’s for dinnerall of whichwill be repeatedwhen youare actually awakeLove isnot taking advantagemaking lists for laterall the mundane shitrepeatedthis morningtomorrow morningevery dayLove is
Quite a pair for Flash 55 Plus in the Imaginary Garden.
The concept of two was never more unified, Marian--and so Love is--thanks so much for bringing this to the party---it is very warming this cold winter morning.
ReplyDeleteLove is a dance, indeed... a dance of words and movements... leading today... following tomorrow... love is...
ReplyDeleteYummy.
you could be a superhero. love is
ReplyDeleteYou're so right. Love is a celebration of what would normally be mundane, were it not for your beloved one. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteawww ~
ReplyDeleteAgree with Michael--awww--very sweet poem, Marian, makes the reader feel warm. k.
ReplyDeleteLove certainly is!
ReplyDeleteOh, that is what love is, those morning sleepy conversations, stretching on forever. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteAint love grand? With the way the world is going I'm happy with a big dose of mundane.
ReplyDelete...but not boring when it is with the one you love. Love this everyday poem. :)
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