A New Love Poem

Today I write a new love poem Of longing for the form of her perfection That men home from weary fields And bloody wars see only in their dreams There is no constitution to match your loveliness The perfect breast like mountain pillars Where I can bury my face Smell the freshness of earth's perspiration And hide from life's ugliness. O that I am sheltered here eternally Today I write a new love poem To drink the pure milk of your fountains I taste again childhood's freedom and happiness During earth's dismal rigors and loneliness O let me my place inside thy love's nest To rinse my tongue, my mouth, my soul With your honeyed tongue Know your words alone does affirm my trust And your white milk is the only whiteness That will not pierce my eyes with blinding light. I have wind's hands ripping and twisting trees I have seen the surf's tongue gnawing rocks I have seen the sun's eyes bringing castles to their knees But your laughter like a comb its honey drops Heals the skin dessicated by burning breeze Today I write a new love poem For a country come to right its history's wrongs And there shall be no more marching, nor songs Pining for liberation, but you strip to nakedness Clothing my heart with all your loveliness