Let me tell you of the sky during sun down- pale pinks and purple-blues that, me, surround.
Might we speak of shining light in an ocean wave's leaps?
Tho when I do so you care little to speak...
Then let us discuss poetry and rhyme or how our beliefs, we define.
Yet when I try you go still and don't confide.
Fine.
I will speak then of shit and perversity and hate and all the creatures they make as they mate.
Perhaps sadness fills your bowls- ah but wait!- your hand now touches mine- could I be right?
I lean and listen...
Whispers extricate "beloved, be not upset at my apathy and statuesque demeanor. I assure I'm nothing so crude or meaner. I just find I have no will but to sit and watch your supple mouth move like a quill. Continue-no!- go back! I wish to know your kind side. Give me the meal I long for and need and let you alone fill my greed. Let your quill be my steel as I fight back the demons in love's thrill."
But what a little speech! Who was this preach? Did lover believe I needed a teach?
So I responded "be of this world sweet, not above it for I require real meat, not angels, to fill my stomach."
And lover was gone. And did not return. Many a night; many a day I yearned. And time stretched out til I knocked on lover's door. It opened-
"Beloved what hence brings you here? Loneliness did you fear? Ho! Be not afraid. I awhile will be here, still as the ocean wind though. Will you sail my seas and open my door? Do you fear loneliness enough to venture off shore?"
I turned away, too shy for my own good. Would lover take me despite my bad wood? But I stood too long and cold came, night snatching the beautiful rays of sundown's light.
What did I know? Where had I been? Stuck inside my roof as if a golden hen?
"yes beloved, you are gold- something fresh and new still- unsoiled. Come awhile offshore and learn life once more."
Wouldn't it make sense but to follow
Love's world ; the non-hollow?
