Fertile Dreaming

I saw her prior to the night Many nights before In the cold dimness of the light Right outside her door Nor for rejection could I speak Too thirsty my tongue Her laden breasts were mountain peak Like ripe fruits they hung I only meant to cast a line There, the moon and I Alone dangling in the soft brine They caught my eye The clothes folded on a bright stone The figure lost Surprise, O I am not alone My smile broke frost And then bushes tattlering Then sudden hush My heart like lost words stuttering The sudden push Out, out, the coiled joy entering And rush relief The piped starch, skin smothering Uncovered grief Gone so quickly, love's first flash Moon's breast, milk sweet The fallen robe, the loosed sash O no repeat To the censoring eyes here I trembled still Before the cold knowing stare Gone the sweet thrill Awakened, no river nor sea Only white sheet Stained with more than wet memory Needs hold deceit Tongue cannot tell but as dream Manhood blooming The first world's lost in a stream Love births meaning.