Tuesday, December 01, 2009

poems found in an old notebook...


cherry petals fall
like giant tears

from some distant
and mighty god

old and grey and heavy

blossoms bear the blush
of awakened life

breathing in

more powerful than human nature
desire stronger than the urge to sin
instinct inclined to falling in

but before all that

before first smile, first touch, first kiss
baby-breath whispered sentiment
natal expression of this newborn thing
a slap, a cry, and the lingering sting

instinct inclined to this natural thing

loving you is like first nature
loving you is like breathing in