Love is a Four Letter Word

LOVE IS A FOUR LETTER WORD

Two people behind glass,
within the brick bowels
of a tall building,
lying on a moss green rug,
dream of grass,
long blades of it,
swaying in a mountain meadow
a world away
from the urban squalor below them.

When a man and the earth
share hair,
and a woman and the sea
share depth,
laughing like leprechauns,
rolling, twisting, intertwining
like two bare branches
embracing in the breeze;
just two souls flickering gently
vibrating like butterfly wings,
trembling like flower petals,
opening up to greet
the warmth
at the vortex,
the core
where lava comes from
and blood
and love.

When all the energy of coitus
is released,
and new galaxies are born,
sprinkling their naked torsos
with stardust,
in a blink of God's eye
one magnificently balanced organism
lives
in the space of a dozen heartbeats
and love seems
eternal.


Glenn Buttkus 1987