i watch the water
beam from the sun
and that is what you call
making love
the earth is the greatest poet i know
in her feathery grasses
i picnic with my soul
near the root
where the insects
feed on the sap drips
of a colossal tree
once a small seed
now dripping thousands
to the floor
she says
don't you know
you have more
to grow and to
give
she sang me like
a ballad
i am a lover reclaimed
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:09 AM UTC
i watch the water
beam from the sun
and that is what you call
making love
the earth is the greatest poet i know
in her feathery grasses
i picnic with my soul
near the root
where the insects
feed on the sap drips
of a colossal tree
once a small seed
now dripping thousands
to the floor
she says
don't you know
you have more
to grow and to
give
she sang me like
a ballad
i am a lover reclaimed
