Friday, 23 March 2012
Blossoms In The Dust
Today’s poem last appeared on the blog in 2010 and is repeated today especially for ‘Jonas and Kasper’ who are celebrating the second anniversary of their civil partnership.
Now, love doesn’t care whether we are gay or straight, male or female...so why should anyone?
Tell that to any socio-cultural-religious bigot, and see him or her blush for being lost for words if only briefly.
BLOSSOMS IN THE DUST
You’ll come naked to my dreams
and breathe life into me,
repair my body at its fraying seams,
fill me with ecstasy
You’ll croon a love song in my ear,
play on the same guitar
I bought you for Christmas the year
we first kissed each other
You’ll make love to me, our passion
a bitter-sweet hymn to Creation
for I must wake too soon, too soon,
at time’s cruel persuasion
Yet, parting, as Apollo says we must,
we shall stay as blossoms in the dust
Copyright R. N. Taber 1982; 2010