Oh My Lovers! Poem by Daniel June

Life is beauty
time is kind
I your fulness
You my shine:

Angelic missives
from my musings
Entourage
Of fluted wooings.


The world is ripe
overipe with good
This man without handle
Bleeds the sun of his mood

Shed the tension of your breast
The anxious claw of love's duress
Open full your lungs in harmony
surrender blessed your inmost heart to me.

I, Line, fine, sign of wonder
You circle, Lover, I'm towards your center.

And the flute plays on:
Open up your eyes!
Open up your mind!
Open up your heart, to me!