Love is Like This Poem by Nicole S. Levy
I stay awake at night to write you a love song. In the morning, you break me down by line, insisting what’s wrong with you. I’m a batter now swinging, you, you, you until that moment—terror—when I find myself standing selfless and suddenly alone swinging the bat at air then dropping it all together because what does it matter if I curl up like a kitten at the plate purr myself into a tight ball still as domestic pottery until that moment—relief—when you step back on the mound pitching wild till my porcelain eyes shatter.
Nicole lives in West Philadelphia where she is a member of the Suppose an Eyes poetry workshop. Her poems have appeared in Apiary and you can find them also at www.lightheartedaffair.com.
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