Monday, October 22, 2018

The Stench of Life

The depth - the dark
You think it something - Nothing
An end -- it's not
You think the stench repels

I celebrate
Life, truth, the arousing
Stench of beautifully sordid things
The life water for everything

I camp on the banks
Joy the life, the wild sort
Dips into it for
Life and who does not reject

Then I follow it down
Water to brindled estuary
And see a goddess swimming
In clear seas, naked and fearless.

I will love
I will love
I will love
The taste on my lips

I love — You knew, didn't you?