Love is love, a poem

Love is love
in all its names and forms
so much so we recognize it
without any names at all

but not all love is the same

my love for you is this:
it lives perched alone, above —
not higher than, not in a hierarchy —
but connected far below to something deeper

and from that well springs the freshest water
I’m here to drink what of it I can
and see the rest flow over
and soak into the soil then dry up in the sun

I tend now to a little garden
just a few steps from my well
it blooms in the evening rainstorms
when there is no one there to see it

before I die I’ll bury myself there
under the roots of the rubber tree
and let my love for you return home
through me, back to the earth

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