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How to Know if it’s Real Love

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Does his hair curl in loops
luring you close
like a crooked finger
gestures, “Come here?”
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Do rainbows reflect
off their wispy black sweeps?
Do your cells speak
emphatically, “YES?”
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A murmur or whimper
freeing itself
from seemingly nowhere
breaks into bold laughter
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You speak in tongues
like a contented cat
Sigh and stretch
as sounds un-spelled
are born from deep inside you
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Does his kiss engage you
in rich conversation?
Do you talk
well into the night?

Post Notes:
The above is the poem I read at Chris and Alina’s wedding. They were married under a chuppah and a big sky on their Floyd property yesterday. Chris, a longtime friend, is a woodworking artist of Native American heritage who leads sweat lodges. Alina is an artist whose art you can view HERE. You can read more about Chris and Alina HERE. The poem is one that is included in Muses Like Moonlight. Although I originally wrote it for my own true love, Joe (pictured sort of in the first photo in the lavender shirt), I picked it to read because I felt that it fit for Chris and Alina. Many blessings to them!

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