TO THE BODY IN LOVE

Woman

For whom my desire swells

In whom I seek comfort and end to pain

In whose heart I search for a space

In whose veins I enter as coarse blood

To which freshness

Comes from within

From a certain heartiness

Whom I wish to kiss.

Woman , give me your love

To hold on to

As you hold me

And fondle or frolic

My legs holding you

My tongue eager for the juices

Gimme your first kiss

Come down on me

To the forests and mines

Where you wish to climb or drink

Gimme your desire

And hold tight.

Faith is a single wire across the cliffs

Let us walk it,

Even drive

As the sound warms our ears

My sun, my moon

My only earth..

Breasts that blossom to touch

In whose sweat I find my wine

Whose smell I cling onto.

The open thighs

Between which early morning sun touches the dew drops

On whose sweet lips

I taste in the mornings wine

And from whom I remove a crust of ice

And upon the mount

The cock crows.

A palm tree of pink burgeons

A flower, a fruit, a pulsing open heart

That is swallowed by sweet desire

Endlessly, salty and sweet

The moment at which difference opens and bears fruit

The excess is divided afresh

And things stand on a level ground

Nitty-gritties of positions and hierarchies

Are taken and thrown asunder by a hurricane that

Passes through the terrain of love.