Love Aqueous
love drips
from frozen trees
sun warmed eaves
redeemed
droplets drift
undreamed
to wet my lips
pristine
from old men’s mouths
and tongues
aqueous
their seasons sung
wet with
babies dew
from mothers’ breast
we spew
in fragments
evaporate again
to the air of love
but when
Copyright © Walter Rooks Jr. | Year Posted 2005
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