Lovers/ Ana

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LOVERS

 

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 inn 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.

 

THE DESTINY OF FLOWERS

 

What if we saved the better parts of us...

and created one of us?

...and lead us not into temptation

for our child is of the sun's longing, of the earth's shadows,

 

who

carves a forest trail

in the time hallmarked as the destiny of flowers,

to be cherished,

to be nourished,

 

the wise old owl grants a fervent wish

to the little brown mouse

and the red fox runs away bearing a secret

only time will telll,

 

makes way for a virgin birth,

called Love,

my Love,

 

What if the world is our child?

 

Love to All,

 

Ana

 

P: Has been a long time since

we play together the poetic game.

So here is one for you:

 

My Love

 

My love is a strange monster-

Half demon, half God.

My love is ruthless-

It'll hurt you, for your own good.

It doesn't care if it's loved back.

My loves coos like a dove,

And roars like a lion.

My love, if unleashed,

Will devour us both.

 

Pete