Love for a Song, written and read by Drew Lanham.

Love is barter.

Love is bits of affection traded for pieces of adoration.

It is desire doled out on the whipper wills summer wanting.

It is our craving for the metal arcs ringing song, our longing for springs greening,

from our sun-starved spirits down to our bare toad roots.

We seek the winding path and wander until we find the sweet spots.

Blackwater Cypress swamp, tall grass prairie sweep, the place where moon-like glancing off

of tide-slicked stones makes us weep.

We want the wild soul and a shadow-dwelling wood-drush heaps it on us in self-harmonizing

sonata.

We revel in wild flowers bloom, marvel in the migratory sojourns of birds dodging falling

stars.

Sink yourself deep in the dizzying dance of pollen-drunk bees.

Find hope in the relieved canopies of the tallest trees.

And in water, storm and surf, they can move us to other ends.

Their end is the turn-on.

It's the honey-sweet seduction.

Nature asks only that we notice.

A sunrise here, a sunset there.

The surge that overwhelming inexplicable thing in a swallow's joyous flight, or the donning

of new light that melds heart and head into sensual soul, in that moment of truly seeing,

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