Gripping the side of the sink saying,
I am easy to love.
My mother and a bird calls
holding their arms out to me,
I open the window- singing.
Hands shaking, wind blowing,
worth taking and not showing.
A door latch and it's still.
You lay parallel to me in the sunlight,
We both sleep.
I am easy to love.
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By fleeting.serenics2 days ago in Poets
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I like the contrast with nature's power and the stillness of your partner lying but it is like only thise two things, your mother and nature, represented by the bird, truly know you? Or that only your partner can bring you stillness. Either way, I liked where it took me.
Very easy to love. X