Leaves that are life
Love’s anchor, cupid, arrow Well what of that Life does not satisfy itself The quiet mumbling of crackling teeth, shivers running like ants down a hill Tears you cannot name nor tidings you can define And you ask what is it that I feel? The body knows what body remembers A sudden moment of spur A suppressed sigh drawn over large breaths A thunderstorm calling out your name A desire, a moment forgotten Leaves that are life The quiet surrender of words between you and God Some incantations away from the flesh I can tell you what strength is made of It knows no language.
