People return 
like swallows
they do 
having been 
then gone 
and back
like oars
they row
pushing pulling 
always moving 
along until 
at last 
they tire 
and return 
no more 
making one 
near or
far wonder 
when again 
if again 
never again 

When I am 
full with love 
it spills over 
and makes everything 
wet with dew
like heavy laden 
blossoms that bend
from the night’s 
chill that collected 
like little puddles 
on little petals 
that then sprinkle 
once shook plucked 
or played upon 
the beauty therein 
dancing like little 
diamonds about the 
neck of a 
girl on her 
way to dance 

Let me imagine 
you for not
yet have I
had the pleasure 
but thought I
have and dreamed
dreams of you 
you being many
yet you all
being the same 
for I don’t 
think that love 
sees but feels
its way around 
and when it 
happens upon same 
it settles down 
for a nap 
this is how 
I imagine you 

When I 
do I 
will treat 
you like 
a present 
given me 
unwrapping your 
ribbon delicately 
removing your 
wrapping slowly 
as not
to tear 
and there
once opened 
I will 
gaze before 
ever touching 
because I 
want to 
memorize you 
like that
like then
like forever 

Love is
like that
I suppose 
accommodating enough 
to absorb 
watery things 
that soil 
soak and 
then disappear 
only to 
dry yet 
again to 
sop yet 
again up 
this messiness 
that we
call love