The Pollen Of Love Poem by Evan Lindeman

True love is a flower that never withers, come sky or clouds, rain or sun-

The pollen of love blossoms forth, and the seeds of desire are ripe:

A musky scent pervades my senses, a sweet smell of despair and want...

The pollen of our love sticks to our shirts, our books and our works...

It clings to those around us, in a voice, a laugh, a gait, a shape, a face...

It chokes and blinds us cheerfully and with optimism...

It fills our brains with memories of smells and sounds and sights;

And barely sustains us in a cloudy fantasy of embraces and laughter.


© Evan Lindeman,2016