(Picture from Philly Dawg ) When lovers forgot their connection to one another at dawn I probed for reasons beyond my arms, lifting damp eyes. Might I memorize this; my proximity cleaved by ire and rage, the familiar heartbeat? Perhaps I should reconsider. Days of strafing the dappled splendor of the blue green rapture, mining the forest, tainting the water and sky and creature’s of flesh leaves me tomorrow. If I am to see myself, might I heed the warming wind and not the might of my kind with gun, grenade, and pitching death? Wrap arms around my affection so I might wear Love like a coat. We are brothers and sisters and I’ve loved you for eternity. © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)