John Gregory Evans
12/27/2019 12:11:41 AM
The river dormant within her darkened depth, where
Trees stand high above within their communal sphere.
Skies at night display a luminous veil of cloud cover realities
That sift silently upon a frozen earth.
Upon Thoreau writing, “I love man with the same distinction that I love woman—as if my friend were of some third sex—some other or some stranger and still my friend.”
To love a man, as a woman loves a man, yet without the contentious form of labor, we shall all witness a divine fire in all things.
To love more deeply God, than any other deity.
Loving man imperative reaching the pinnacle of divine love, no more strife, war, or abandonment of life.
The quality of love is in a man’s heart. Deeper than any body part may ever reach. Deeper than the ocean’s great. Deeper than a lunar high. Deeper, than a thing called ‘I’.
Love of man pleases the divine we know as God, in a very special way shared by two, or another, and within that love we give, and give, without any contentious walls for a bias, whatsoever.
The life I love never forced but a love I freely accept.