Raw with Love
This love poem was composed by Norman Habel and deals with the raw love of spring
When
the bearded iris spends
its lazy pollen
on the callous May winds
fleet with wisdom torn
from unborn souls
of Spring
or swept
as crystal sperm
invested with a ballad
jealously composed
in soft primeval chambers
where
this tomorrow’s love
gingerly awaits veiled
in verdant nerves
on tingling wings
of bat
to stare
into the death
of being born
a birding crumpled
there
I feel
a thousand chattering
bees have bitten frantic
fangs white-heated
deep into my bloated
tongue
poisoning my roots
through which the subtle
sting of sharpened
tears
exploding,
in another’s heart
draws the blood
that asks
forgiveness
from my silent
fingertips
raw with love