is love not like the weathered bark

Is love not like the weathered bark Tightly holding that which it cherishes A gnarled and wily smile savoring The beauty of its outstretched arms Rocking to the tempo of the time Swaying in a sunset serenade Bowing to the moon’s mellowness Cracking its knuckles in the cooling glow Oh, love, you traipsing vagabond Trailing your pheromonal tease Amidst the cloudless shadows Stirring the sediment of sensuality Arousing a tingle of latent lust Sitting on the edge of sunrise Listening to the songs of spring