Love Tantra Poems
as though there is nothing else but love
and it flows as a fountain
through the nose and pores and through the blood
as though there is nothing else but joy
that endlessly giggles and screams and teases
fairies and their choice of who to give the golden dust
as though there is nothing else but celebration
of each drop of rain each gust of wind
and your breath that intermingles with a butterfly's sigh
