Love’s Deception

Rancid as old cheese
I swelter under the Sun
Using as much my own
As the generous water
Pouring from the hose.

Bees and chipmunks follow
find me comely and rich
Sunflowers turn to me
Seeking the other half of life
Ferny tomatoes wave thanks.

I offend myself
Soaking wet and aromatic
Through no benevolence
Of the water supply
But of my very own.

My lover will be delighted
Returning home, himself
Wet with effort in heat
We will know again how
Love interprets the senses.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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