Reflection · Love Dotes on Our Attention
Cool Calm and Collected, Biting Its Lower Lip
This poem rages with the dying of the light past twilight, crafting an open-ended scene in the shroud of darkening time. Dave's Positive Love Poetry here is sensual and visual: bodies rhyming, baby birds tucked into nests lined with fuzzy bits and sticks.
It acknowledges intensity without retreating into melancholy. The lovers survey the scene, reinoculate their hopes, and follow their hearts toward continuing hot love. Strength and passion, not surrender.
Today, the night
is good,
and we rage, rage
with the dying
of the light
past the twilight
and craft an
open-ended scene
in the shroud
of darkening time,
where bodies rhyme
and we smile,
as if we are proud
of all that we are
now doing with the
stillness that tucks
baby birds into
their nests of sticks
lined with fuzzy
comfy and simple
tids & soft bits
Our rage continues
and we head back to
our place to
survey the scene
re-inoculate the hopes
and desires of
ancient striving tribes
Follow our hearts and
fall to the temptations
of continuing hot love