Some people dole out love
with a big ladle
An over-brimming
Simmering abundance
Spilling down
steaming mouth and
warm chin.
Some people squeeze love out
Like a toothpaste tube
A precise placement to placate
The bristles of life
To keep the decay at bay.
And some like their
Love on slow release
delivered like a canister
of oxygen
to wilted-broccoli
battle-weary lungs
Reviving them
Like new trees.
Alice Pung