Let love yammer on,
let that affection bloom
like a lily
out of the quagmire
of confusion and dread.
Let love tell tales of joy
and find amenable answers
to full bodied life
where laughter isn't forbidden
by the sins of a generation.
Let love cover you in the night
when you are lonely and want warmth
up close to your skin.
The heat of that contact
was once enough
to inspire poetry,
children made of souls,
and undefinable understanding of God.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
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