Painting by Shane Rickman
Thoughts Turn to Love
As Autumn Leaves
Begin to Fall
Love is not yearning
for the other
person to suffer.
Isn’t that funny?
My face is in love
with the moon;
a black pearl streetlight
with the sun;
a tomato
your gentle hand.
The other person
is going to suffer
enough
as it is,
no encouragement necessary.
So, go ahead, build a comfortable nest
inside your soul,
one that affords the luxury
of love.
But just make sure
your residence is large enough
to include
the clouded leopard.
Alan Britt
Posted over on Eleventh Transmission
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