Song of Love
she held me by the hand and took me to the meadow.
we were alive with it, alive with the feeling,
alive with the madness- couldn't take it,
it felt so good, overpowering, an outpouring
that she said was hers and mine. how i enjoy the smell of incense.
and walking in love and humility,
patiently working with a profound sense of urgency.
in the meadow she sat down a blanket,
and asked me where the picnic was.
i took the picnic out of my backpack,
and we toasted to roses and making love.
i knew this is the way it would go,
because the sound of music is in the air
and i am in love with the way of her purr.
by Ryan Ventriloquist