Make Believe

Make Believe

You are the first Adam

I am the first Eve

Don’t question, just imagine

Close your eyes, make believe.

No words to divide us

No time set to leave

Hear the rush of our hearts

Stir the air as we breathe.

No shame for our feelings

No guilt as we cleave

A union in heaven

No judges to displease.

I float on your water

Whisper poetry of thieves

The power of the rhythm

I’m lost on your seas.

What man has ordained

Is clear cause to grieve

God can’t be denied

Close your eyes, make believe.

c. Kerry Turner 31 January 2018

What is love?

What is love?

Maybe love’s a word?

So often said and heard.

Maybe love’s a dream?

part of someone’s scheme.

Maybe love is power?

Locked in your ivory tower.

Maybe love’s a kiss?

Momentary bliss.

Maybe love’s a pet?

Helping us forget.

Maybe love is sex?

Why make it more complex?

Maybe love is time?

A poet finds words to rhyme.

Maybe love’s to share?

So why so few who dare?

Maybe love’s a ring?

Connecting we to him.

Maybe love’s a name?

Someone that we claim.

Maybe love’s a horse?

Powerful intercourse.

Maybe love’s a sea?

Deep and wild and free.

Maybe love’s a wall?

Breaking as we fall.

Maybe love’s just a word,

So often said and heard,

But little seen.

c. Kerry Turner 8 February 2018