Silver

Your love is even

then rational

then real.

Packaging in the wild writhings of life.

In response, my mind

runs with the tide.

Keeping up,

it meanders, then cuts before breaking

…on a solved riddle.

Mighty judders,

smooth ripples.

Human spirits conditioned in the calm.

Your love is silver.

Turned pure from ore.

Extracted

and worn with delight; found in oil lamplight.