And so we love
We love the campfire,
O how freely that we love each other!
We love as a reaction
We are angry. We are furious.
This home-made compass
is always pointing in the direction we’re going
and we’re going.
because we are scared.
seeking flowers among dead.
We bouquet together
& plant in NH’s mountains
in tents and without-tents.
The absurdity of it All!
The absurdity of that man’s beehive beard!
But long beards of filth do not sway us!
No, they burn our finger tips
and light veins in our eyes.
We lovers are hummingbirds.
My lovers are hummingbirds.
They approach me
seeking flower juice
but realize I am not a flower
What friend is not worth crossing a country?
What lover would you not drink deeply of?
Who signed the post cards slid between your journal’s pages?
My hummingbird will die
coiled in human fingers
still thinking we may be flowers.
I found a priest’s resignation letter to God in the smokey remnants of my hummingbird’s corpse.
So I decided maybe there is a God
and if he is true
let him damn me
because a life well led
cannot be defined by any external force.
I will bring heaven with me on my way to hell.
because we are angry with the world.
We cannot bring ourselves to hate our brothers and sisters
no matter their lack-lust or lust-for
We sacrifice to love.
We love to community.
We cannot falter for flowers,
we must falter for hummingbirds.
Hummingbirds drinking the blood of hummingbirds
the most beautiful vampire.