OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No:113: "The Poets sing my Song."

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 113: "The Poets sing my Song."

(Apres John Donne)

Is your love, MY love, is your love, my love, that gift or hell that makes us ALL? Is your love the sweetest nectar, hungered whispered, a balcon breeze or is your love that curse...now, upon me?... that freezes and then decides to squeeze? After-all, love and death?...  Is your love that FIRST love that U have found which spins the heart a round-a-round? Is your love that mettle-wisdom on the road to NO love at all? Tell me!  Is your love,  that fix-me-quick, a fornication, a desire? Or is your love lasting true, though I am far away I DO come home to you? FA-LA, if I had only known; the Poets sing my Song!?....She awaited. YES! For my ardent  kiss. Loves Vanquished quarrels ALL beneath Loves uncaring feet! Is your Love, my Love too? That Gift or Hell that makes or kills us All?

c.2022,dave delacroix.