Let Us

Naked
in pride
Beneath the music

Let’s
 fall upon our backs
Until the new blooms
Return
 
Let’s...
And dance
And not move
Beneath the music.

 Hands in chests.

Let’s...
With the nightingales
That declare and admit
 they fly -like I.
And on branches rest
To place a new  nest.

Let’s...
Beneath the music…

For
There is nothing else to live
But this

And the chain,
That joins the clock
To the hours,
Will break.

Let’s...

Today

For yesterday is too late.

_________________________________________posted for d'Verse Poets Pub