Abstract Love

A guest post for my friend Anne-Marie – originally posted on my blog in 2013



Abstract Love

the humid heart
weeps with a sheen
only seen on the
inside where seasons
of love hide among
aching blossoms
on rungs of sweet
branches fleet birds
settle gently in snow
or in flow of dry
breezes that smile
and cry in one
single soft whimper
aloft in the same
space that beats
with the thrill of
trilled tympanum

– Paul F Lenzi