Loveweak again

Love is the sky, love is the sea,

as soft as earth, as dark as be,

as high as hills, as deep as spells,

a heartbreak maze and storm gospels;

it’s quiet as a mystic trance

and heady as a game of chance

with a poker pro in long shirtsleeves.

It’s whimsy of windblown leaves;

as prison scarred and hard as nails

and fragile as mermaid tales.     

Love’s sand in hand and birds in bush

but steely when shove comes to push.

It’s seagull call and eagle eyed

snake instinct done ivory wide.

It’s all eggshells in one basket

and a shaky bike to the market.

Love’s tart as lime, as monsoon grey

striped skypearl like a nacre day,

talk’s cheap white chalk, love’s ashes pink

tougher to brush off than you think.

Love’s needle thin, hope thick as sleep,

easier to give, harder to keep.