The abstract idea of love, given shape and form by anything but reality . . . cool, huh?


Love is a concept
into which we fall
Shimmering, as long
as it’s withheld
from the sand and grit
of confrontation
Leafiness and dappled shade
and peace
Reality jumps
from branch to branch,
illusive, until it comes home
to feed

You are a woman
made for love,
as long as reality
stays safely in the trees
Seeing behind my eyes,
through misty lights,
building dreams
of what is there
You’ll find my strength of purpose
often fled
Revealing flesh and bone
and little else

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

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