Jungles of Love (New Poem)

Jungles of  Love

by Tim Kavi

burning fire

on my lips

utterances of urgency

I know not what I am saying

my clothes

are torn

all is madness

in the gathering clouds

a storm is coming

death rides it

a horse

of war and pestilence

human made

or not

my stomach

has consumed

an unsweet arsenic roll

ecstatic trances

I have forgotten

the romances

with all this world

has to offer

I starve except

waiting for you

there is no word

except this

turn the ground

break it up

plow the seeds of love

and be not late

for it is planting time

in the fields of the world

break up your heart's

fallow ground

who am I?

no one

but everyone

who fears love has been

lost to the world

someone with a voice 

who longs for love 

to grow again

into a great garden

into a mighty forest

further along it's river

basins, to become

a jungle again

overpowering

overgrowth of human

and agape love

melting

flowing

back from the gardens

feeding the world

so how can I be silent?

oh but to only humbly speak

you dislike me?

I am become unpopular?

Laughing

I look into your face

and say I care not

a just love

lights my face

if you care only for money

or even for bread

there is yet a richness

a food of plenty

that ignores you

and my skeletal body

adores

only to be an instrument

of love

no more thundering voice

only for a just cause

the gardens of love

growing again in the world

please tell me

you will do your part

lest I die

of a broken heart.

Photo Credit: Parrots Jungle Love by Drinka Mercep