april 13 . Would you let me take root?

What if
love is not 
an unraveling sweater,
an accidental splitting;
but rather
the shearing of sheep,
the spinning of wool?


What if
love is not
an inevitable autumn,
a stripping of oak trees;
but rather
the stubborn hope of a
dandelion in spring?


And what if
I finally saw this,
and blew you
a dandelion kiss?

**
So, I did twofer Tuesday; but clearly my heart was not in the anti-love poem (Ha. Ha. Get it?).  Oh well.  I'm feeling pretty damn accomplished, what with three poems in one day.  Somebody hose me down, cause I'm on fi-uh!  And clearly in need of sleep.


... and on the dork side of poet this evening.


Good evening, all(?).


-Lindy