Now, love doesn’t care whether about our ethnicity, religion (or non-religion),gender or sexuality so why should anyone?
This little poem is for lovers across the world who find themselves caught up in a tangle of outdated, misguided stereotypes wielding this or that socio-cultural-religious sledgehammer doing its best to grind them to dust…underestimating the sheer staying power of love, though its followers be driven apart, or worse ...
ANOTHER COUNTRY
You’ll come naked to my dreams
and breathe life into me,
repair my body at its fraying seams,
fill me with ecstasy
You’ll croon a love song in my ear,
play on the same guitar
I bought you for Christmas the year
we first kissed each other
You’ll make love to me, our passion
a bitter-sweet hymn to Creation,
though I must wake too soon, too soon,
at time’s cruel persuasion
Parted by forces fired by human bigotry,
reunited forever in love's 'other' country
Copyright R. N. Taber 1982; 2020
[Note:
This poem was written in 1982 when I was recovering from a severe nervous
breakdown. I rediscovered and slightly revised it in 2010; rev. title, 2020.]
Labels: bigotry, culture, death, human, identity posthumous consciousness, life, love, nature, personal, poetry, positive thinking, religion, society, space, spirit
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