Simple love
doesn’t come at you
raging
a hammer
is not moustached
red-rosed
and red-cheeked
it may not flash
-a mountain purple
in the painted
sunset
no
it is as
common as
a quiet teacup
simple and white
each morning
your hands wrapped
around
the same warm
porcelain
again and again
until it is yours.
Inky Cat's Poems 
this is lovely