Plucking Pedals

Love me like you’re ignorant…blissful, for I am perfect.

Love me like my children do - gazing into my eyes, looking at me like a true role model, and still grabbing my hand for a squeeze. I do no wrong and I am all knowing.

Love me like the dog - she loves unconditionally, always returning for more; begging for me to pet her, give her a treat or welcome her to the bed.

Love me like you prepare your coffee - in that meditative way, placing out two mugs, patiently waiting for the water to boil as you carefully grind the beans while longingly inhaling the aroma. You let time pass before the slow pour. The first sip - ahhhh. Love me like that.

Love me like dew that settles on blades of grass - big, fat drops of natures tears balancing on top, as if it’s about to topple. Love me with patience like the dew that waits for the rise of the sun, until they meet again.

Love me like I’ve loved my booze - always being there, in good and bad, tasting oh-so-sweet; leaving a stickiness on my lips. Love me like I’ve cradled that glass - cupped in my warm palm, holding on with a delicate touch.