A Poet as a Lover

<a href="https://unsplash.com/@souvenirpixels?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">James Wheeler</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>If I in all abandon leave my griefand choose to dance beneath the burning stars,will you still call it madness? If beliefdenudes me of desire to fight the warsthat love, that anxious bird, demand I wagefor lovers&#8217; sake &#8212; I am a mighty manin strength of arms &#8212; not only on the pageand I am good for bleeding blood and landthat yields my broken body&#8217;s many fruits.I am not him. No master of a shieldam I. I seek a different, holy root.I seek the heavens, not a terran field.<br/><br/>I am not good for loving, but I lovethrough distant words that brush the stars above. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>