Where There is Love

Where There is Love

There is love in the playful push on a playground swing

And love is left within the smell of a lilac after the bumblebee’s sting

There is love in the swirl of pigmented leaves falling from an Autumn gust

Love in savory ink gushing from a fountain pen tip into a writer’s cup

Love is warm from the yolk-like sun peeping over the pink and lavender vista

And love is exuded in the voice of youth who gives respect in saying Mrs. and Mr.

There is love in the caress of the fingers around the neck of the Jazz Bass

Know love is within the strike of the Queen on a Chess board who kills for her mate

There is love in the chins of the black-chinned hummingbirds hovering in Nawlins trees

A little bit of love sits on the tip of the curve of a rainbow piercing the Caspian Sea

There is love in the cadence of the first hello and the hardest goodbye

Love is in the pupil of a soulmate recognizing its counterpart in another’s eye

Love is sketched onto each snowflake right before it hits your exposed tongue

And love is licked through the lips of a Pomeranian bitch cleaning her newborn young

There is love shimmering in dew painted upon the water lilies in Monet’s art

Love is felt in the rhythm and torque of valves ebbing and flowing in this heart

There is love given at night as crickets serenade constellations and shooting stars

Some love is within the scaled tail of a beaver slapping a pond to signal threats near or far

There is love in the kink and the coil of an African hair follicle strand

Believe love was in the first caress of Eve’s face from Adam’s hand

Love is poetically interwoven into the lyrics of this very love psalm

And immortal love divine expressed on the hill Golgotha with the outstretching of His arms

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
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