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Nothing about love is unnatural, and that applies to LGBT lovers too; never let anyone tell or persuade you differently. Nor is the spiritual nature of love any less for LGBT couples; various socio-cultural-religious dogma may well argue differently, but be sure it is the human spirit in us all that will have the last word.
[Update. April 1st 2020]: The coronavirus, COVID 19, is spreading worldwide and various governments feel obliged to take various emergency measures; it all smacks of
Big Brother to me although needs must we act responsibly and conform to a whole
new socio-cultural-political mindset.
Whatever, let's stay calm folks, use our
common sense, trust our basic survival instincts and we will get
though what appears to be the worst global crisis since the second world war.
Remember that thousands of people die of flu every year; while this corona
virus appears to be far more serious than an outbreak of influenza, we all need
to stay positive and help each other as best
we can. The sick and elderly, are as always, the most vulnerable among us
so we especially need to rally on their behalf, even if it means getting to
know neighbours who are all but strangers.
Me? I will be 75 later this year and
have been living with prostate cancer since 2011. I live alone, but will stay
in touch with friends by phone if mobility becomes severely restricted by any
temporary legislation. Meanwhile, I continue to take each day as it comes, and
hope for the best...] RNT
Meanwhile...
Whatever
our ethnicity, creed, gender or sexuality, it is the same for all lovers and
would-be lovers everywhere; if falling out is like a power cut, making up - or
(finally) getting together for the first time - has all the natural thrills of
an electric storm...
Nothing about love is unnatural, and that applies to LGBT lovers too; never let anyone tell or persuade you differently. Nor is the spiritual nature of love any less for LGBT couples; various socio-cultural-religious dogma may well argue differently, but be sure it is the human spirit in us all that will have the last word.
G-A-Y, FLOWERS
OF THE FIELD
We were
arguing,
(I forget
why) and I stumbled,
fell into
your arms,
struck by
a sudden electric storm,
your
lips, moist and warm
on mine,
feisty red-hot tongue
prising
them apart,
paralysing
every muscle,
my heart
folding in
on its
epicentre like petals
under
siege
We broke
away,
appalled
by what we thought
we could
see in our faces;
rage,
fear, pain… like flashes
of
lightning,
a hard
rain falling like the tears
of old
gods, home truths
lashing
out at us like the wind
dragging
vulnerable leaves
from
brave trees as ever it pleases,
nature
teases
We stared
at each other,
wide-eyed
creatures, less afraid
we’ll
come to harm
than a situation
caught us out;
no time
to duck and dive,
but…a
coming alive
in the
throes of lightning flashes,
closing
in on each other
by way of
acknowledging
heavens
above taking our part,
nurturing
the earth
Storm over, fragile hearts opening
like flowers for the nurturing
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2004; rev. 2020
[Note: An
earlier version of this poem appears in The Third Eye by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004.]
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