Gladly - an old poem re-edit.
Sun, 25 Sep 2016
Gladly like the feathery motion
Of a hummingbird's total floatation,
Speed and dexterity, in determination
I will love you.
Glamourusly as the purr of a cat,
Waiting to be fed, will I move so,
and not so, lightly touch, soft
I'll feel, fur to skin.
Honestly will I be open to you,
And yet within - we'll amoeba.
A well weathered soul, two holes
made whole, in that
I cannot stop - all the complexities,
nature invented, skin vibration.
Until the time of hibernation
is finished and the land will be
drenched, and the dryness of Nature
by the coming of Spring.