Wednesday, March 28, 2018

the languid layers of love


love songs on the radio leading to enlightenment

arms around, a complete embrace, linger and tighten it

it has been said, within your head, love is a trick of the mind

that’s played on you so you’ll pursue procreation in kind

i disagree, like fallen trees surely i would borrow

anyone of our yesterdays if you’re not tomorrow

 

i know that i’m in love with love, evidence uncovered

but i could not now be in love if you were another

the frost may bite, the sun delight, fulfilling their design

but there is nothing but respite in lips sweeter than wine

i’ve toured the lands, solo, no band, encountering applause

but in the moment of your kiss i found reflective pause

 

the fame of flames is not the same as love like the divine

the greeks called it agape love in effort to define

the trove of love that’s danced above, not purely physical

science on sex is not perplexed but i was quizzical

why feelings felt could make me melt in moments of your grace

and while you sleep my eyes caress the contours of your face

 

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