Sex is an expression
Whether it be noun
Or verb it identifies
Someone as something or
Carnal desire as action
Love is a color
An aura which surrounds
And beams which embraces
Or leaves like Autumn
Sex is the fall
Love is the orange
And yellow and red
Pardon my ill manners
For I will gobble
And drink wantonly for
I am thirsty and
Hungry but not dying
I am not desperate
I wish to live
Too often I fear
My aloneness prompts speed
Which often appears as
Desperation but really all
It is is glee
For someone new occurs
To me like a
Wonderfully wrapped gift given
To a child who’s
Unused to being given
Presents where my humility
Overwhelms my own caution
And when I realize
That you’re really mine
I tear you open
How I have chosen
To live my life
Tomorrow will be today
Today will be yesterday
Soon to be over
Only to be remembered
And never be relived
For living things once
Is all they deserve
When I imagine love
I see a fire
In a dense thicket
Glowing and dancing drawing
Those near and far
To come and warm
Attracting all creatures closer
Closer shyly closer until
Each one finally understands
The why they’re here
At first it’s curiosity
And then it’s heat
And finally it’s comfort
Knowing that we’re all
The same and indeed
Seeking the same simple
Thing in the thicket
