"sentinent" poems
what is love?
is it the gentle breeze,
upon the spring leaves
or is it the brute force
that moves your inert mountains.
what is love?
is it the milk of your mother's breast
that flows like nectar through child's throat
or is it the very flesh
upon which two soul feasts.
what is love?
is it the very compassion
that finds expression through words
or is it the love of
mother earth for her sentinent beings.
love is boundless
for the sweetness of flowers,
the sensation of your lovers' touch
the enigma of the very sun and moon.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
12/25/2016
i remember how she'd
noticed my eyes wavering
and wandering along the grey sidewalk
watching shoes go by from
the basement window
they seemed sentinent
she asked
what are you thinking about and why
after all you are my best friend
i know you better than any man you meet
i took a deep breath. "why do things go away?"
i had barely touched the jasmine tea.
she poured me
a cup
"you think too much,"
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC