Love’s Rise

by Laura Lentz

You have found me on the page
against all odds,
leaning against the letter L,
asleep inside the Oh.
The Monday choir
sings Hawaiian ballads off-key,
the mystery language
over-flowing with vowels
comes into my kitchen
where sweet potatoes
drink the steam
and a baby is growing
out of my right hip.

I reach for you then,
inside the wood
of my thighs,
the roots
of my capillaries,
the small words that blink
on my phone in the middle
of your day,
the sunrise of mine.
Even the new moon follows us,
hiding behind the blood red
kimono of earth
in the dripping summer sky.

Photo by TZOLTEC on

Philip Brautigam
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