By: Deb Bradt, RYT
If my love was a liquid,
I would pour it into your body,
let it saturate you
cells, muscles, organs
and bones.
I would send it to the parts of you
that hurt the most.
Bathe them in a salve,
A soothing balm.
If my love was oxygen,
I would beg you
to take a breath.
And then another, until your lungs
spread
and widened
and you danced across the sky.
If my love was food,
I would fill it with nourishment.
It would be so sweet and tasty,
It would melt into you,
Until you had no choice, but to smile.
Maybe you don’t feel it yet.
Close your eyes.
It’s here.
The cup is on the nightstand.
It’s filled with everything you need,
Now, go ahead, take a drink.
– February 2, 2020 6:14am (end of writing, my son’s birthday)
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