A Gothic Harvest
A Traditional Goat am I
A Whimsical Fish are you
Yet so charming your kindness and mystique
What ever was a pragmatist to do?
A bond of emotion
Which took time to build
Until the night
We decided to yield
Taking our vitamins
Donned in all black
Including the gloves- to protect from Parasites
We cultivated our land
Easy went the Hoe
That went in the Dirt
That way we were sure
No one got hurt
How deep our emotions!
Yet I at times must pull you to Earth
Yet you at times must take me to another world
Where ideals still have worth
As we Hoe the Dirt
You tell me of your dreams
That are nourishing and motherly
Somewhere between Lilith and Eve
I tell you - you are to me
As Lenore was to Poe
To lose you would send me into a madness
Torturous- slow
Worse than Heathcliff
From Wuthering Heights
Thus we must be together
For the remainder of our lives
A love of opera we possess
He loves Sumi Jo
I love Jessye Norman
Their voices serenade as we Hoe
By the time we finished
Dawn had arrived
Black body- Seoul body
Had worked through the night
The harvest of our night
Made evident by the rings
And now we will see the beauty
A 40 decade union brings