Echoes of Our Desires

Love's Journeys

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vayu, the wind, heard the trees echoing,

The roots are our stay

As the fruits are our say

But still we cannot do our pollinating

Without wind or water falling.

Give us our day, here on earth

Our own free will to carry the seed

And to impregnate the ovaries as we need.

To enjoin it with pleasure

Would bring it to quite a desire

So we'll want to again, and forever.

Should we walk to do it better

Lay down on the grasses to be tender.

Grasp the ovary's body in arms and excite her.

Oh! how we wish for things simply as wonder

Here today and in the morrow, thrown asunder.

 

 

The wind told this to his four sisters,

Who from the four corners did come to consider,

And for millions of years did they attempt

But the fishes had a certain contempt,

While the birds jumped from nests to nests

And the lizards crawled away after just one fest.

But in demurring for love,  milk flowed

With the young ones,  forming within like a glow.

But, amor, was not there in the feeling,

So in desperation, they found themselves willing

To bring their playfulness to life's biding.

Lapsed into a  truth as magical as their creation

In the heart of the being, as elation.

Now doting on itself, as it would another

As if heart to earth was joyous binder

Singing of love's will, to go on, forever.

Reviews

[Dane Osborne]

entrancing take on desire and connection as a means of survival(just my interpretation). Interesting use of myth.

[Muse]

THIS is your best yet!!! Creation, fruitation, what a compelling write my friend!

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Wow. Beautifully written. Great write!