her love


existential musings are to

me as foxes are

to rabbits   yet   here they are   in


spite of myself   i suppose it

is the fault of

the moon   though why i


cannot say   something about her

what is it   her

downward slope   her 


willingness   her   there-ness   it

is like the moon   moon

light   illuminating without color   shadows


when shadows are not expected

her love is like that






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Written on 2018-08-06 at 05:05

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
We really like the opening simile, otp, and the way the poem develops after that. Your reluctance to be drawn in to these musings adds to their charm, and we also enjoy the moon simile. We are fond of the moon :>o

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A different sort of love poem--of more than love. You make the reader feel it. Such a pleasure to read your well crafted words. I love the softness of it: your trademark.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
There is halting and haunting quality to this poem that draws me in and holds me. Well done!

Have I said before I absolutely love this structure of poems, the double spaces, the dragging of a line to the next and everything else? For this, I'd say " there-ness" serves perfectly as you still "cannot say", this gives that feeling as if the poem were happening right now as we read it, which is another thing I love about your poems. This was a beautiful love poem.