…Ah, Love

If paper beats rock
I win every time

Never mind steely arms
your mineral disposition

Nor that I tear easily – ink
blotting carefully plotted lines

I wrap myself around you
render you powerless….

….ah, love.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own.)

Posted by

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

29 thoughts on “…Ah, Love

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.