Love, forever, is inhuman

Love, forever, is inhuman

for tragic tear

dries away

for sorrow slips

and fear fades

even hope

fails the grave.

In creation find beauty

new meaning

is given a new beginning

to procreations sin.

Yet what child cowers in the womb?

love, forever, inhuman

without meaning, stillborn.

Shall we never harvest the seed?

Fallow lies the universe

yet it is for us forever

love will before I’m past

see a chance in creation

to give up the ghost at last.

But close with me now

while I move too intricate

for knowledge

while I lie too still for chance

and transverse this incredible longing

to see your stoic face

and your disappointment of my

every step

and your contempt of my

every thought

till at last despair

brings understanding

and we lie face to face.

Close, my body

in the solace of sweat

finds creation yet upon

creation

it is this

I give to woman

though I call her by name.

Love, I ask,

Why  do your tears

dry upon your face?

Why do you forget sorrow

and your fears fade?

When I’m upon your emptiness

I feel a plow upon barren soil

Why does harvest bring you pain

when to me joy?

Close now

in sacred heat

A flush like pity

upon your face

Why forever do you find sorrow

Why forever do you find shame

at every embrace?

Until a chance, a chance, a chance until…

the growing secret

lies with man

and all that’s human is his longing

for love, forever, inhuman remains.