Good and Evil in Our Soil
Like a prewritten scene, we chance upon one another.
We exchange genuine words, thick with suggestion.
Your eyes plead for a love stronger than the emptiness,
A love to write home about.
Your skin reddens with the autumn leaves,
And we kiss beneath the spanish moss.
"I'm no good at love," you say,
"I'll bet my black heart I'm worse," I reply.
The sky is cloudy and cold,
Filled with impossible goals and dreams.
But, the soil is warm and tangible,
And as inviting as a mother's arms.
No use throwing my hopes to the stars.
No, we'll plant our future in the ground.
Let it take root and blossom and flourish.
So, darling, if you're willing enough
To get your knees a little dirty,
We can fertilize this earth.
We can embrace and let the world know
That seeds can still grow
Without instruction manuals and recipes.
That fruit will still be borne
Without pesticides and preservatives.
We can remind mankind
That the world can still shake
With the weight of one kiss.
And angels will still sing till t