Vines

Love grows

in any soil.

Occasionally,

it creeps,

wraps around you

like silky vines

that you must

cut away

before they cover

every inch,

every thought,

every day.

Sometimes love

is quiet; sitting

pleasantly like air

slightly sweet

and comforting.

Sometimes you do

not know it is there

until absence

stings like soap

and tears plummet

unbidden into

shaking hands

as you wipe

away memories.