Our Love Viewed By Nature Poem by Joshua Bantum

The longer it soaks in winter
Inner pores open and release
Pusing ichor and sweat,
Exuberate blood, rushing
Persistent, but slow,
Like an oak tree’s core in growth.

Now birthing like a flowers bud,
Collapsing youth of a solid shell,
Peeling virgin skin to melt back,
With the heat of the sun.
Peddles curling like lips
From a smile laughing in dusk,
Heat now rising from the sheets
That have fallen somber
Like rustled up dust lain to rest,
The moon protrudes,
Watching…

The stem curls at bruised joints
Caused by time,
The cold helps numb what we
Fear
May hurt
And I,
Your soil,
Dry up,
Releasing our love to the earth,
So it may carry our work
Onward,
Giving life to the seeds, birth penetrating
New soil where
Death had once Succumb our desolate
Tomb.