A place to be still and in love

Try the scent of the moistened spring,
See if it is soothing and comfy,
See if it appeals to your peace
And if it connects to your nerves.

Try falling in love with a tree,
Have deeply rooted conversations,
About how you’re allergic to leaves
And how branches scratch your torso,
How you hate the scent of the rain
And the stress of breathing the air it needs,
How you only need its fruits and wood
To feed and to build up your hood.

Try a relationship with your dog,
Take long, cold musing morning tours,
Romantic barks and races of affection,
Play catch and fetch in the sunny park,
Worship your privacy and sleep hours,
But don’t mess with the lunching period,
Else, you would have bite marks to keep
As the milestones for your breakup memories.

Try hugging a full blossomed rose,
And with all of its smashing looks,
See if it doesn’t leave you with wounds.

Try, hard, to fall in love with me,
We could converse with both our eyes,
Reach for our furry velvet smiles,
Cuddle until the day is bright,
Endure nocturnal nights of nauseating quetches,
And, in the end, leave each other hurt.

But if you pose the question to me,
I will tell you without a blink,
I will tell you without a stutter,
That the best place to love and be still,
Is at the bosom of my mother.

Lardo