Our winter of discontent
But the sun shines through
Melts half the ice from half the lawn
And the seeker, the seer
Can see the best of both worlds
Can hold all the beauty of all of life
And ride that wave
And when comes a wobble, a scratch
And the waves facilitate a toppling over
It is the fear, and the blood, and the sand
It is the water, the sky, the blue, the wild
It is the leaves and grass and the cocktail and the waiter serving the cocktail
It is even the straw
Oh, handsome man
Bleach my hair
Shave your head
Let’s pretend!
O, let me down, intimately and erotically
Turn me inside out
Let me sleep it off
Until I feel my protective cover holding me once more
And once again I must depart
The fleeting feeling of satisfaction
How interesting to find out that when all ‘trying’ to be satisfied is done with,
And all lustful items are removed…
True satisfaction reins!
I’ll paint my nails even though they’ll crack when you’re gone
I’ll wear a tight dress and opaque tights, even though I’m more comfortable in woolies
And I’ll even wear a pair of heels, if my added height won’t hurt your ego, even though barefoot on a commune is where I’d rather* be
I wish everyone to unmask
And see, and know
That we are
God In Action
*not quite so, and so be it, it is! Till it isn't