Once upon the shadow of the foreskin of life, deep within the garden in the womb of wisdom, there stands a young man, confused..poking..licking and smelling....searching for suitable soil for the sowing of his seeds.
What life is such when love be so elusive? Confusion. Check! Not mate.
Hi there--want a taste?
Just let it melt on your toungue...dont spit it out! Dont spit! For it's all you get.
Now..off you go with love's sweets lingering still on the edge of your tongue.
I told you not to eat from the tree.
I love, ...oh yes, more than I could have imagined.
So beautiful.
So frightening.
I love still
I love