Love Poem for February

“Nothing endures, not even love

Though the warm heart purrs of the length thereof”

—Countee Cullen (b. 1903 — d. 1946)

Nothing Endures

Appreciation of life’s beauty, understanding of love grows

As we do – upwards and onwards towards a full moon

Fades in time as we grow older in both body and brain

As the monthly cycles of every moon wax and wane.

Let it rip, go for it, go for the gusto, catch it while you can

Let your blood blush rush and bloom inside life’s living room

Let it flourish nourish and flower before you meet your doom

Let it flow back and forth, the sum of your corpus callosum

Eventually time and torrid tides will recede as love’s cycles

Revolve and slowly evolve towards our final dissolve

Then eternal darkness for eggs and sperm with the worms

As this sad, funny, and little old lovely world slowly turns.

(Joey Connolly, b. 1949 — still among the living and loving)

“Nirvana gapes for all things given;

Nothing escapes, Love not even.”

—Countee Cullen