Amour

She wraps the word up in French,
like a foreign language leaves her
one step removed
from the vulnerable truth-

she has a love in her hands

that she cannot drop no matter if
it matches what’s in mine.

But there is no armor,
no matter how she hides the word,
to guard her heart from what she holds. 
I know,

for je l’aime, too.

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4 thoughts on “Amour

  1. Look before you leap, they said,
    and that is precisely what I did;
    looking back to see
    who was gaining on me,
    now look what a mess I’ve made.

    I enjoyed your poem.
    You got me at the close.
    I can’t speak French.

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