You sniff and snuff for me
next to your pillow
like a sleepy truffle pig
rooting for your prize
even in dreams
Maybe love
grows best in darkness –
loamy, unseen –
a carrot say, or turnip
tapping our longing
In the morning, all
we can eat is before us
among vases of daylilies, begonias,
the table set
for two

Quickly Now

3 thoughts on “Rooted

  1. This is warm and real, in the way every day love is, a comfort as well as a passion, and a sustaining force in an insane world. I love the ‘all we can eat’ at the end–plenty and contentment. (I am using my FB id so I don’t go to spam, but it’s hedgewitch.)

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