Different Kind of Love

A Different kind of love Easily in and out you breathe, with lungs unsullied by cigarette smoke, siesta nap a lazy Sunday in the afternoon when flowers and sky are recklessly nude Breathtaking, the silence, if you should stop; I would fall a chasm of pale rainbows, stillborn moons, rusty stars were words of love are unheard of. Inhale and exhale my dear, snore too if you must, but don’t leave me alone in city parks where old men sit spit and tell passers-by how old they are.