Your Love Pours Poem by Leslie Alexis

Jupiter’s rings, if they were made of gold
I would place upon your finger, my love.
And not because the third can fit the space,
But because your heart fills it and gives more:
Beyond the band dewdrops of honeyed love
Pours… much like the oil of Elijah’s word;
Enough that from the excess I can use,
And stand in the assurance that there’s store.
The women of my past only gave drops…
That as drizzles in deserts during drought
Quickly dried on the arid surfaces…
And the ring they would use as a jump rope…
To dance away… but such is not your way,
And your love is topped only by Christ’s drink
And of the promises of both, I’m sure.

Copyright ©2010 Leslie Alexis