Lovers

[Guest guest]

There is a world of silence between Lovers

It is between heartbeats

The excellence of what ripe fruit tastes like

And how smooth the passage of

Day into night

There is a certain madness in the world of Lovers

Who dissolve in the passion of flowers,

Each bearing the scent of heaven and earth

Combining intoxications,

Lovers are alchemists and what they

Create is like nothing before or will be

Again.

 

 

 

Love to All,

Ana

[Guest guest]

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> There is a world of silence between Lovers

> It is between heartbeats

> The excellence of what ripe fruit tastes like

> And how smooth the passage of

> Day into night

> There is a certain madness in the world of Lovers

> Who dissolve in the passion of flowers,

> Each bearing the scent of heaven and earth

> Combining intoxications,

> Lovers are alchemists and what they

> Create is like nothing before or will be

> Again.

 

 

yes, redolent with alchemy that...

 

 

it is not a poem that you read and " get " ,

it is a poem that oozes all over you

like an unguent

 

there is no logic to that poem

which delves where logic is rejected

 

there is no order to that poem

it loves to float in grinning defiance

of any such hope

 

and yet wonderous strange its coherence

its visceral cognizance

of what fits what

when

where

why

 

as it all zips together

an unbroken

whole

 

a sense

beyond " sense "

as it were

 

 

Bill