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
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