Gord

2021-01-21 10:16 am

Of stem and leaf,
Love fed at ease,
Of ends and meet,
Of fair and sweet,
When we speak of things
We speak so freely,
Of flesh and teeth.

Shanty after shanty,
See the men at sea,
See the heights they reach,
Lows so permanent and deep.

Well, that's sweet, 
Yes, that means, 
Go ahead and feel,
Just know, there is no you and me.