Real Love, Real
by Jerry Ratch
For the first time in her life
She felt she understood
The smell of a man.
The smell of white tulips,
The taste of a persimmon
In her mouth.
She remembered how married she felt
To him, in that moment. How close
To the earth, and ancient, and un-alone.
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Really like the last line. Says so much. *
I can so relate to: She remembered how married she felt
To him, in that moment. Lovely, lovely words. ***
Nothing gets better, everything gets worse. *
A great sensory economy.
" The smell of white tulips,/
The taste of a persimmon"
Mmmmmm, so sensual. Love this, Jerry. *
*, Jerry. How lush her understanding. Fine verse here.
This is a special one, Jerry.
Well, thank you all, and a goodnight.