The new news is I love you my nudist the new news is I love you my buddhist my naked body and budding pleasure in the weather of your presence Not whether your presence but how Oh love a new nodule of neurosis a posy of new roses proposing a new era for us nobis pacem Oh my bodhisattva of new roses you’ve saved me from my no-love neurosis You’ve saved my old body from the fatwa Let’s lie down in a bed of roses a pocketful that rings round the rosy If this is the end of the world my love let’s fall down in bed and die Let’s give a new nod to nothing Let’s give a rosebud to nothing at all How I love the new roses of nothing Oh my bodhisattva of nothing boding I hope no news but this For our bodies and souls I hope nothing but the weather of us in our peace Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Arvio. Used with permission of the author. |
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