Love Songs

Your body speaks dissatisfaction
How to wait for this to pass?
Lame words and patent distractions
On troubled air I cast
The dark trees, the playing of the light
(Are my own satisfaction)
A smile at last releases. (Is something lost?)

To blast to snatch to pass the divide by momentum alone
Loud or soft,
To slow and wander
That precious and elusive gentleness, is only part,
Joy will split intelligence at last.

Sowing seeds of tenferness
Oh, love is pain.
Sowing seeds of tenderness
Oh, love is pain.
Sowing seeds of moderation
Oh, idea is pain,
And beside the sensivity, my cruder self skips along
Howling obscenities
How I laugh, how I love.