SEA OF LOVE
When I ask the Universe
what it’d like to think about
“Love, always love,” it says,
“Or sometimes Frank Zappa…”
“What do bees think?” I ask
“Love,” it says
A kind of oozing, buzzing
humming love, I think
Humming hymns,
Sea of Love
Love so lush
kindness spurts everywhere
flowers for everyone,
bouquets of flowers
and low hung fruit
Your face parting leaf
like peeking from a tapestry
painted by Rousseau
~ Lady