PlaygroundYou're on your back,
sweat on your belly drying like sand;
a smell of tidal marshes
The surge and ebb of him is still echoing--
in your pulse and trucks out on the highway,
and the thwacking blades of that helicopter.
It has been searching for an hour,
or fifteen minutes, useless,
like a dog chasing cars.
His breath has turned slow,
and you trace cracks in the ceiling
while they turn into branches and twigs
against a March sky and
you are watching clouds spin
above the merry-go-round
you pushed it fast
to catch and lean back, and back
until your hair brushes the dust
as you wind down from flying.
WWP Prompt 31: Love
They say, Eskimos have over a hundred different definitions for snow. We have only three designations for Love: Divine, Fraternal, and Erotic.This prompt is about different people and ways that we love them. We are not asking for names, but rather qualities, behaviors, and the things these people do for you that make you Love them. In essence we are looking for a wider based definition of Love. Is it a certain type of humor that draws you, an attitude or way of seeing things?