is love not like the weathered bark
Is love not like the weathered bark
Tightly holding that which it cherishes
A gnarled and wily smile savoring
The beauty of its outstretched arms
Rocking to the tempo of the time
Swaying in a sunset serenade
Bowing to the moon’s mellowness
Cracking its knuckles in the cooling glow
Oh, love, you traipsing vagabond
Trailing your pheromonal tease
Amidst the cloudless shadows
Stirring the sediment of sensuality
Arousing a tingle of latent lust
Sitting on the edge of sunrise
Listening to the songs of spring
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