This Thing - This Love
How would I define this thing – this love
this aching for the warmth of summer’s sun
nameless buds wriggling in the softened earth
giggling at the thought of sunlight’s bees.
For what is sane but love’s insanity
it’s urge to find fulfillment in its need
satisfaction in the bees unloving love
satiation shadow dancing with the sun
Oh, Love, how could you be so pure – and yet
so sullied by the dust of shortened days
leave me but withered petal memory
hanging on the edges of your chill
Oh Love how could you fail my need for you
to satisfy my need for being me
3/17/2019
Spring Is In The Air Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet - sponsor
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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