COMES LOVE

I love
the helplessness
of it.
Two petri dishes
of madness
under the imperfect eye
of God, strains
to impregnate Spring
in her supersaturated frenzy.
How marvelous to lose control
of reason and lie
under covers cool
with the loveliness of minutes
on a spinning axis of desire.
Relax,
nothing more to do
than what is being
done.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2019