Simply
I want for love to be wild
and intoxicatingly sweet-
a lilac haze of laughter,
the plumpest seed,
gentle, like those mornings after
two lovers mingled over kisses,
yet hungry, even ravenous for more
I want for love to sometimes become furious,
bare its teeth
and demand to be heard-
it should feel uncomfortable at times,
both foreign and home
on the same land-
its soil freshly plowed,
healthy,
and waiting to give birth
I want for love
to simply love me,
and let my roots dig in
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