Make love not peace
make it aggressive
fight for it
lay not down your arms
be responsive
have no qualms
to capture
that, that is elusive
no quarter to give
a battle to endure
when it calms
regroup
no, not love soup
a definitive
two sides
coming together
not war of the worlds
just those swirls
of war and peace
and making love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Obtusely written, as always, GBBS. But I like this not-run-of-the-mill type of poem. Far more interesting that being straight-forward. Keep it up. PS I gave you top marks.... Fran xxx