Another Country

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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This little poem is for lovers across the world who find themselves caught up in a tangle of outdated, misguided stereotypes wielding this or that socio-cultural-religious sledgehammer doing its best to grind them to dust…underestimating the sheer staying power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.]