Homo Universalensis

Homo universalensis


I do not look at thee
as if upon a honeybee
afraid if thy might sting
but rather as a cherrytree
that blossoms in the spring
you are not man nor woman
but of them all first human
a flower to be admired
a light desiring to be fired
your heart is beating at my door
in room 3, four or five
you jumped into my life
and pumped your virtues through
a Golden Bough to do
it is my deepest plight
here on my knees I might
bow seven times for
je t'aime and je t'adore
you and you, yes you.........

Madrason 15-04-2009

by Madrason writer

Comments (4)

Indeed as you told me in your response on my poem Inspired by The Lord recently, I must admit that you are absolutely right. You have got the talent of creating and uttering your whole inside at times you wished. My most appreciations for that talent and as one who believes in God, I say to you that you derived that Golden Talent from the Lord Almighty. God Bless You In Abundance, Madrason.
Valuable words from a most admirable writer. Revisiting this amazing poem.
Gorgeous poem from a great human heart! My utmost appreciations for this precious art of poetry. God's Blessings in Abundance, MW! Myriad of 10's for the voting.
Je'taime and je t'adore you too. Just loved these lines and pumped your virtues through a Golden Bough to do it is my deepest plight Gorgeously poetic in all the right places, Smiling at you Tai