AMOROUS SACRAMENTS: Heaven Loves Earth
The rains desire the dry earth
In a downpour of liquid charm
Fingering the private parts of the soil
Where earthworm and millipedes toil
May mongers may mourn this friction
Fated by nature to bring new fruition
As the windy hands of the rains
Caress the hips of mother earth
The sweetness in pain is an adage
When joy maims our fears
In a harvest of green landscapes
Of cornfields, drupes and nuts
The kidding goats and their owners
Play hide and seek in the showers
As heaven watches a swam of birds
Sing Pimper’s Paradise over the rainbow
