Your Love Is Like Trench Warfare Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

And id rather be in a tropical garden losst amongst flowers and hazelnut treees

I dont dread the shadows of the sun
waiting for the dawn again mr jones, says postman pat


killing all your enemies my love drinking thir blood because i love you

an unsuspected time, and age of astonishing revolutions of the wheel

neverending ecstacy, the all consuming fire is enturage of my desires compounded b y something more than agreable complancy.
i love your smile

your inname happynes is an osbtacle to infinity,

over the barriers, your place on earth is chalenged by the burden of the flesh, or rather the burden of the flesh prevents union with the divine and the tought process, anything you find that is not censorred, delites my sensorial recognition like the power of love

love is not a kleenex

it isnt in the cereal packet

the satires in the garden of are increasinngly restles waiting for judgement, my senses are distracted

by the beauty of the begonias

we will launch dreamy vessels of delight through fine arteries tonight, in the velvet night that compounds golden arch

love that adorns

give and recieve transformation to a bird

conference of the holy feast of love