WEN: 2C258C
Exhibitor Name: Louise Moises
Division: Poetry (Adults)
Class: 01 Poetry
Love Is... Love is the argument in the garden, scratched out between the thorny roses, dug down into the soil, where roots cling to rocks, unwilling to let go. Love is a slow dance of forgiveness after the other dancers have gone home, head on a shoulder, feet barely moving, a whispered breath between the two. Love is the growl of the coffee grinder on a Sunday morning turning the oily, brown beans to a soft powder, water dripping a dark soothing liquid. Love is sorting clothes into colors and whites, mixing soiled garments into two harmonious heaps, and after the fragrance of their freshness. Love is the curve of a bare back standing before the window with the breeze freshening the room filled with the scent of sweaty bodies. Love is a stack of greeting cards tied in a bundle with a bright red ribbon, mementos of holidays, anniversaries, birthdays melted into a puddle of candle wax. Love is a shelf of books with conflicting ideas, underlined and asterisked for future reference, aiming to support a particular position.
Love is the mis-matched recliners: one a soft pale fabric, the other a stiff brown leather, purchased on sale at the furniture store. Love is the first months of passion full of fire and flame and the last days of life... the quiet goodnight.
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