POEM: Kind of Love

No one ever told me that there were so many kinds of love:

There is the kind that catches the light
And decorates whatever it surrounds.

There is the kind that is silent, small and unobtrusive.

There is the desperate kind,
Struggling like the last orange autumn leaf

There is even messy love that has lost its way, forgetting what it is.

Then there is the block-of-clay-immutable-and-square
-the-gray-that-anchors-the-promise-of-morning-when-I-wake
-kind-of-love.

It never gives in but just wears on –
It is as aromatic as a sky-flower, as fecund as warm
Cakey soil below.