“Love Looks Like”

Love looks like

comfort in the

form of truth

Saturdays that turn

into Sunday mornings

Love looks like

the wrinkles of

an old onyx’s

mans face as

he gazes off

into the darkness

called fifty years

of marriage: Love

were he has

stored the particles

of his spirit

in the good

graces of her

being able to

forgive him for

his transgressions: Love

Love looks like

us and we

always having the

ear to hear

God

hands to the

earth and feet

on the move

Love looks like

something we work

at annually, with no

expectation of commission

or some bonus

checks that have

automatic savings plans

deposits of love

Love looks like

paint drying on

concrete walls of

consideration and partnership

Love looks like

the presence of

dew on winter

grass and stories

feed to generational

children from grandmothers

older slave hands

ancestral sms messaging

Loves looks like

you looking back

at me looking

towards their future