Take It
Take It Oh, it’s all about love its green armor its winged back its daring us/me to take this and drink of it water beaded like a peacock’s iridescence on love’s shoulders on the rim of its cup take this And even when we/I tighten lips and turn away that’s love, the fear of its pinch, its anarchy the willful forgetting that we were all dipped in its fluid physics from the start. from the series Readings, S. Robbins June 2019
Sherry Robbins 