04-05-2018, 05:01 AM
A Love of Like
It’s possible to speak of love as metal—
soft gold, cast-iron, silver fine as lace—
or flower-colored, pink as rose’s petal,
carnation-white, blue as a dahlia’s face.
In metaphors a lover mustn’t settle
for fabric smooth as silk or satin’s grace;
love’s rough, and never hot as any kettle
that hangs and boils in someone’s chimney-place.
To make comparisons requires a shared
component-list, didactic and precise:
words chosen from a pool for relevance.
Let’s not rush past to hearts and bosoms bared,
emotional: instead we’ll be concise
and weave a love of minds, our treasure-dance.
It’s possible to speak of love as metal—
soft gold, cast-iron, silver fine as lace—
or flower-colored, pink as rose’s petal,
carnation-white, blue as a dahlia’s face.
In metaphors a lover mustn’t settle
for fabric smooth as silk or satin’s grace;
love’s rough, and never hot as any kettle
that hangs and boils in someone’s chimney-place.
To make comparisons requires a shared
component-list, didactic and precise:
words chosen from a pool for relevance.
Let’s not rush past to hearts and bosoms bared,
emotional: instead we’ll be concise
and weave a love of minds, our treasure-dance.
Non-practicing atheist