The Ways I Love You…

like a balloon loves

the gravity licking the

beat tip of its string,


like pearls love the cords

channelling them around the

lavish warmth of necks,


like a poet loves the

quick kiss of inspiration

that fires their brain to smoke,


like a snooze button

loves the abusive thud of

a thick-fisted dawn,


like a map collector

loves getting lost in the dense

caverns of his troves,


like a forest loves

the axe that breaks the back of

its first fledging trees,


like a river loves

the pebbles that steady the trip of

its turbulent running,


like sunrise loves the

canvas of smoke that consumes

and confuses its light,


like a candle loves

the quick, calm catch of breath

that kills it,


the way a virgin

loves the first raw rub of heartbreak

leaving her explored,


the way stars love the

constellations that nurse them

in the bed of their palm,


the way a breeze loves

the unpredictable passion

of tornadoes,


the way a beetle

loves the sight of a sole’s shadow

floating above it,


the way a housewife

loves the chapped-handed wash-days

at the brim of her basket,


the way tragedy

loves the dirty burst of laughter

peeling the tears from its face.


© Keighley Perkins


About handshedown

Keighley Perkins is a Cardiff-based poet whose influences include Anis Mojgani, Selima Hill and Richard Brautigan. Her work has previously been published in "Acumen", "Elbow Room", "Erbacce", "Fire", "Northwind" and "Obsessed with Pipework". She can also be found online on Twitter at @handshedown. View all posts by handshedown

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