What Is This Thing
What is this thing
called mortal love?
Yet not a Thing
at all
At least a Relationship,
Which, of course,
requires two or more
to adore-fully dance
or, divorcing,
fall
Back into Earth's green ball
planting and replanting health
without one sign to recall
LeftBrain conserving dominance
preserving StraightWhiteMale prominence
throughout his-story's clumsy appall
Peace brokers wondering,
How grows this integrity,
felt immortal passion
not not mortally unknown
after bodies
and before spirits
good health natured
co-arising All
These sacred relationships
for Earth's immortal love
in one dynamic place,
passions springing forth
toward warm best known
recall.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2022
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