Poem: Boastful Love – 01/10/19

Like a lion I can bellow, like a lion I can roar.

Like a kitten, I can curl into your crooked elbow, relax myself and purr. Into a crumpled heap I can fall, into your wanting arm.

Here I am not boastful, as I am occasionally wont to be. Here I am quiet, subtle, subdued — here it is just you and I, the vibrating resonance of the breaths of us two.

Rise and fall,

rise and fall,

until slower we become, simultaneous, as one,

sleep beckons to us, to the humming of our pacified dreamscapes and

the freedom of our wild and outrageously intricate love.   

© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

Return to All Posts



Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s