Beautiful is the type of love called maintenance

-the secret of landscape-
it stores the ire-extinguisher
and knows how to use it, whenever I'm
on fire from within, which sometimes

insurance checks and sometimes mood,
which anticipates income-tax cops
and never fails to plant
a bulb. It texts my email, figures out

the way money goes, which gets me
stethoscoped and verifies
whether time and weather are eroding
my flesh work and insulates

my faulty wiring, upgrading my gloss
and grouting. It stands guard over
my suspect edifice upright in air, until
it gets dark for these few short days.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2022-11-21 at 01:52

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful is the type of love that is light ( It doesnt crush you with huge emotional bills and also brightens those dark hours)
beautiful words