Not To Be Confused Poem by soren Barrett

Passion a cat that howls in the black of night
A bird on the wing, as a siren does sing but never comes back
A raising bloom that wilts to die
The lost echo of a sigh

Love, a mother's touch the kiss of an angel
An eye that discerns unspoken need
The dog that lays at your feet
A gentle wave that, in its parting, accepts you as you are

Beloved, more important than oneself
When all desire is focused on an other's needs
To sell one's soul for an other's redemption
And gladly, in place of who is loved, one bleeds