My love
very oft
does love syndicate
the heart will ever so complicate
that love is understandably inclined
ever so she is trying to indicate
that one may wander far too much
and hesitate
mass production what law is that!
Love
confiscates
and surely then eradicates
an era a structure
the foundation
of something so delicate
which of which is ever so influenced
by what is that of that is made
from love
and therefore we die
of love
As well
as we ressurect from love too?

Aye
wonder and wonder
in this sanctuary
what library
carries me
where my helpless mind quarters
as far as love may come into matter
we are man and we oft sell and barter
what is what of what we desire
of love

See I am a woman
in love with a woman
and yet love is said to be ever so underrated
where one is supposed to say love is free
I tent a tent far from what is meant
to be fate

I have thrown
the dice
and strewn in bore and ice
to blaze myself
through painful splice
yet woman she dared look at me
in the eye
and redden'd lips
she took her nail polished fingertips
and brushed my cheek
woo-ed me and bed me
and spilled wine of glory
and chalice me thy breastful of finery
O what glorious pleasure of pleasure
And then far from love's lustful consumption
she dares me tear the bond apart
and leave me there a broken heart

Woman in her red scarf
and sari
Tunic
dress
and things of beauty
What is of foundation
of woman

Love is great at price at rate
I surely saw it coming at the mild altitude
Drained discarded a ciggarette butt
rain pours down the unforsaken mutt
drooped ears
and far from far in mournful tears

all because in love and love
we fought fearlessly in brave and courage
to see that love may blind entourage
and yet discourages
and dismantles

all is paid for
Prophets in love will surely say
no refunds no guarantee
but they offered you their kindness and perhaps some tea
That feet may wander far and fleet
The meadows are fine and love..man..never obsolete
Surely one may find complete
oneday when love is sleeping in bed and sheet
That you may steal a taste and scent
and find a woman forever to spend

I sighed and shrug and love gave an encouraging hug
and said love is gentle and thornful thug
never lose in her cruel smug
swing through the thickets
of rain and fear no one for God is near
to whisper words of comfort in thy virgin ears...
Year for year
tear for tear
love is made for man who knead in vain
for love without doubt and fear
is a fool.