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Wednesday, September 14, 2022

"Song of Love"... a poem


Song of Love

she held me by the hand and took me to the meadow.
we were alive with it, alive with the feeling,
alive with the madness- couldn't take it,
it felt so good, overpowering, an outpouring

that she said was hers and mine. how i enjoy the smell of incense.
and walking in love and humility,
patiently working with a profound sense of urgency.
in the meadow she sat down a blanket,

and asked me where the picnic was.
i took the picnic out of my backpack,
and we toasted to roses and making love.
i knew this is the way it would go,

because the sound of music is in the air
and i am in love with the way of her purr.

by Ryan Ventriloquist