Is a bastard cosmic Casanova.

He makes love to the stars at night

and to the mountains rivers and flowers

at day time.

 

He got mad one day when the stars refused to kiss Him.

So, He turned his attention to the roses.

They were receptive and loving.

He went mad with their scent.

 

One day his presence was required to quench the passion

of a couple in love. He set the world on fire.

A whole new race was created. For driving the seed into that  direction.

All earthly surroundings, were until then appreciated.

 

There are times when He brings the torch of hope to an incandescent

degree to a lover in love. He melts hearts, and hopes too. He can be nasty.

He can have  a temper. He can agitate destructive fires or tame violent seas.

He does not know His own power. He is a God. Can not distinguish.

 

He is a shark in constant and eternal motion.

I love him.

 

Ernesto Onofre