He makes me smile
He sends me into fits of
laughter
He swears like a longshoreman
who stubbed his toe
And I love him
I grow more peaceful when I
speak to him
He grows things from the ground
Our mama, Gaia
pleased to work alongside him
Earth Brother, medicine man of the
terra firma
He heals with herbs and flowers
nettles and nuance surround
him
Rough around the edges
Soft in the middle
Hard to be without for too long
We are growing
He and I
As we share the days
in the garden
of life connected by the
vines of love
and the resonance of longshoremen
swearing
:)
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