Poem For a Sensuous Poet

I have from the earth grown pumpkins Pregnant with a golden lust for words And scattered seeds white as stars Across the long green of desire. Birds Have left wing loops in my brains, spars Featherless in the wind for me to sail But never did I want to be persuaded For what are our horizons but sweet myths One flight beyond dream left me jaded. Words tell such lies sometimes, time sits In the uterus of its design, being nothing But memory chasing its ghosts like kites. Yet I am addicted to the thing like spring The white mounds melting into green sight And all the places I want to walk with you And hold your caress in my fingers love And drink the melon till we are drunk. Indeed, better to dream of cataract moons For all you will tell me Is ancient medicines in modern spoons "Farm the earth, the skies, the stars just so "You'll be persuaded ..." What vanity of icicles dripping sunshine From the rainbow's heart. What blind Ecstatic before the season of beauty ...