Doug Anderson: What time does to love

I know the spring is there.
I walk over it and feel its pull.
Pure, cold, searching for some place
to rest. A pool. A river that would
darken and warm it into new life.
You have always been there.
Your hands that have been so many places,
now, resting in mine, tell me tales.
Your heart split open. All that.
I have my favorite cafés in Hell
and in Heaven. Let us turn off 
all the lights and get into bed. 
Feel for each other, for the other 
inside the other that melds grief with love.

Copyright 2020 Doug Anderson

3 comments on “Doug Anderson: What time does to love”

1. Rose Mary Boehm

   March 11, 2021

   

   A gorgeous poem.

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2. Barbara Huntington

   March 11, 2021

   

   Beautiful. There is a longing, a hope melded with grief that happens in the spring.

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   • Vox Populi

     March 11, 2021

     

     A beautiful sentence, Barbara. Thank you.

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