Poem: Ask Me About Love

Ask Me About Love

Ask me about love as we sip a glass of wine
and I may betray myself and wax into romance,
I am hopeless after all, and understand
that at times I am more of a teenager
than my grey hairs and wrinkles would indicate.

But in the sober light of coffee and morning,
I will talk of other things,
of what we have been through together,
the change and the pain and the loss
and the growth that comes from all of the above.
I will talk of being better for the woman on my arm,
of the importance of presence and certainty,
of being able to trust words as much as actions.

But then, love, like poetry, is more than one thing
all at once. Just enough to keep the butterflies busy.

About this poem

Happy Valentine’s Day.


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