Here Alive We Dive Poem by John Sensele

Here alive we sprout in a love spout
To fraternize, to frolick, to lick love nectar
Meant for us whether we laugh or pout
In your yard, in my crib or your car.

Here alive we dive into fast lanes
To rat race, to save face, to stand the heat
When the going gets precarious and pains in our trains
Signify pies of capitulation and dawns of defeat to greet.

Here alive we sigh and try harder
Despite overt obstacles to etch a millennium milestone
When hearts and parts grow colder and bolder
To frustrate rates of progress towards our prize in Livingstone.

Here alive we draw a line in the sand for a thaw
In hostilities pitting Syrian government forces, Russians against rebels
In Aleppo when mortar shells deal a fatal blow
To peace efforts for a ceasefire to spare urchins strafing salvos.