I am a love addict.
In this harsh climate
I'll take what I can get
But don't forget I am not proud of this, no.
Sometimes I pluck the leaves off dead trees
and string a garland around my neck
because I want to be reminded of your sweet scent.
*Musky, full-mooned nights,
the frosted soil in the garden where in summer we laid,
the last days of autumn.*
I haven't been without a lover in ten years.
My mother tells me I need to slow down
that I need to find myself and find God.
The only type of slowing down
that works for me is when I want to make love
and there is no need to find "myself"
by cosmic law, that is fluctuating everyday
and as the Hindus say,
I
AM
GOD.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
I am a love addict.
In this harsh climate
I'll take what I can get
But don't forget I am not proud of this, no.
Sometimes I pluck the leaves off dead trees
and string a garland around my neck
because I want to be reminded of your sweet scent.
*Musky, full-mooned nights,
the frosted soil in the garden where in summer we laid,
the last days of autumn.*
I haven't been without a lover in ten years.
My mother tells me I need to slow down
that I need to find myself and find God.
The only type of slowing down
that works for me is when I want to make love
and there is no need to find "myself"
by cosmic law, that is fluctuating everyday
and as the Hindus say,
I
AM
GOD.
I took a long hiatus from writing, breaking the silence with a poem longer than 50 words feels good. When the Muse runs through...
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