We should all
Listen to the
Wind more often
It sings the
Soul’s song a
Whisper a
Whistle a storm
And a wee
Sit and listen
To hear the
Sounds of souls
Saying live now
Love often and
Above all sing
The souls song
Category: Gay
WritingLove (for Ambrosia)
You asked if
I write love
Ambrosia I breathe
Love like the
Nectar bumblebees dance
About like the
Smell of sweet
Freshly clipped grass
Like the cologne
That hangs as
Men pass by
Like the nothingness
Of fresh snow
Love to me
Is everything and
Also nothing so
Yes I write
Love for there
Is nothing else
To write about
Parasites
And like so
Many days before
These gnats which
Alight on my
Body biting sucking
Irritate me I
Find a pool
Of mud in
Which to dive
Keeping these parasites
Finally at bay
This is love
