John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,646 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

Love - Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The morn is giving birth
To the dawn- yet to reign, still budding, undone.
Shall you play the earth,
And me the sun? -
Why not? -
Let us go, let us go
Where the blue currents run,
Now hither, now there, now high, now low,
Upon the lot
Of the breeze-caressed hill.
Let me kiss your sweet flesh of the daffodil,
And embrace you in the waking glen.
And then, let me love you
In the succulent vineyards,
In the blooms of the hazy, yawning garden.
And there, beneath the greenish hue
Of the quickening firmament,
Astonishing and bright,
Where lovers and bards
Succor in the sunlight
Nipples of crimson, lips of wine,
Beneath the fleecy willows bent,
Let our bodies unite
In the rapture of the sunshine,
Where sure delight
Is yours and mine.

And the approaching rain
Shall find us- twain
In spirit and in flesh,
Indeed as one-
As the gray clouds mesh
With the scarlet sun.


Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Verse

Comments about Love by John Lars Zwerenz

  • Susan Lacovara (3/14/2014 9:29:00 AM)

    A rainbow of imagery that only grew brighter as your poem unfolded. Happy to have found your splendid write. I invite you into my words as well, and will enjoy further exploration of yours. PEACE (Report) Reply

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  • (3/13/2014 9:33:00 PM)

    Beautiful and breath stealing! Wonderful job! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 10, 2017

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