Buzz Pollination
This is how it is when I hear you sing
Buzz Pollination
Not every kind of bee can get every
kind of flower to release its pollen.
Some flowers open selectively to
just the right buzz, to just the right
vibration that it cannot help but
rupture its anthers at first song,
its budding yellow sacs inverting
out one heapful bloom after another.
This is how it is when I hear you
sing. This is how your warm, rich
voice, robust in longing, spools me
open. How your vibrato undoes
me at first note, every sutured cell
bursting at the seam, unfurling like
a choir in praise. As if you were made
just for this purpose, to kneel my joy
in buzzing ecstasy of your nearness,
to erupt as having finally lived, and
then, in full trust, to throw myself
into your arms, to leap softly into
the wind.
Happy birthday to this hunk of a heart I am lucky to call a lover and a companion. His music and his voice surrender me open. If ever I doubted the existence of a God, Taylor is proof of such wide abiding inimitable mercy and love. It's a privilege to witness his evolution as an artist, and to witness the exquisite songs he writes and creates (album coming soon). May your voice and music open all hearts habibi 🌻🖤
Here’s another poem inspired by him singing Country Roads —
On Sharing A Life
The version of Country Roads I love the most
isn’t the original. It’s the one my lover plays
on the piano at random times throughout the day,
when maybe he thinks I’m not listening in my room.
But I perk up, every time, stop and pay attention to
the music flirting my ear from the other side of this
life we now share. Do you know how tender it is
to witness someone in their practice? How holy
it feels to bear testimony to the soul’s evolution?
How could we, the world I mean, act so bothered
by each other? Not be astounded by the presence
of a beauty aching to burst out in longing to be
taken home, down God’s own country,
into the arms of the beloved,
to the place we ultimately belong.