Down down, pressed full and overflowing like a spring out of a mountain - you are love. Like a deer with it’s little one - nudged and nudged to stand - to stand and suckle - you are loved. In all ways and no ways there is love flowing through you like the you that you don’t even notice now - as time and loving acts land on top of the other - you mother - you care in ways no one sees - but you are seen in your love - felt - this important piece - when we gaze into eyes across screens and miles and miles of distance - they, we - feel the love that penetrates to our core - if we let it. My children - love - love me - I feel it as they press their bodies in on me - push to get a piece of my side - flesh - front - they are lovers through and through - who told you were you were not love? You have it in you - a precious, blaring, gold core that makes rings of love like a factory - given to others who might lose their engagement and find it. This love I’m talking about isn’t sentimental - it is visceral and tangible - turns up when you are in the shit and really need to be seen, held, heard or helped. I love in my way, you in yours and together with all peoples - the world continues - with the love of dogs, cats, mice and chickens - with the love of bread, wine, rice, broccoli - with the acts of service - with the time spent alongside you my lover - painting your Ireland - making a bed just for you to lay your wearied head - and when the day ends we will lay back sighing the best, the brightest - with love in our eyes, in our fingers, in our groins as we make this life more live and fecund - the bundle of love that love desires.