i’ve attempted to write love poems
wading through the weeded pathways of my mind
to pick the finest blossoms
but my beloved only felt
the thorns in my roses
i dared to say that beauty
was in the green leaf
and pointed to the petals frailty
i said i loved the mud more than the flowing stream
the waning moon and the dancing shadows at noon
they are love poems tainted with lust, spirit and mirth
too far from the stars and too much like common earth
yet somehow i can still be devoted to what they say about love
the common kind
Green Ankh Works 