Reply to Ada Limón’s ‘Lover’

Love is winter in summer.

Love is winter in summer.
The feeling is sometimes indifferent.
How does love love?

If I give you my heart,
The emptiness in my chest.
A weight leaves my breast.

I become
A robot.
A Woman with no womb to
Conceive what love can put in.
But if I hold my heart
And you hold yours.
Love is a spring of roses
Your ground holds my root
We bear the fruits of kisses and romances
Much fruits.

Tochi