The Way Men Love

This post is a sort of “response” to Ada Limón’s poem Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds. http://www.buenosairesreview.org/2015/02/ada-limon/ I thought the message of the poem was so beautifully worded and unique that I was really inspired to write something of my own.

Subtle reassurance through wide tired brown eyes,

A comfortable silence spent staring at morning skies.

Grocery store trips and doctor appointments filled with laughter,

Fairy Tales were onto something with “happily ever after.”

The sound of a deep gravelly goodnight and a soft cheerful good morning.

The kind of love that really shouldn’t come without a warning.

It’s good and it’s simple and it’s managed to stay sweet,

Name’s been on the tip of my tongue all week.

I know this ground isn’t solid and I should run for cover,

I know my idealisms cause my own heart to suffer.

But I’m addicted to your presence, I refuse to give you up,

I can’t help it,

I just love the way men love.