Is your love a foolish thing

That hides away in China Spring for the winter?

Or does it hibernate in gray, fading 

Away from the pubic eye,

Camouflaged by the rainy sky,

Its tears unknown?

I’ve flown with you in a mist of blue

Through the prism of the sky

To see where rainbows are born

And the heavens they go to

When they die,

And I’ve fallen with you

Like lightning back to earth,

To share the serpent’s birth and curse.

I’ve crawled upon the dust on my belly, now,

For, lo, these many years.

And the tears I’ve cried for you 

Have been the hardest.

The labor of my love,

Each one a pang,

A deep contraction, then release,

But no reaction I receive.

Anonymous my moans are found,

Amongst only those who search for truth

Amid the sounds of chaos,

Still in the throes of dire creation.

Come to me, or stay away 

And leave me be,

But cease to dangle me over your fire

Whose flames pop and burn 

And sizzle and sing,

“Oh you Foolish, Foolish Thing.”

-jenn