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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dominica Gawaine Caldwater Ross We share melons and papayas beneath a sun benevolent. A salty breeze, the river is cool, and the passion flower blossoms are fragile but rich. We stroke their fragrance and sip intoxication - we slip a little further and I find myself afraid of love. Papaya trees are many breasted, the flesh of mangoes, exquisite. My restlessness is like the surf seeking coral lagoons. You speak in certitudes, I dream of them. Beyond the coconuts shining in your eyes I see gazelles outrunning lions - you laugh, I recall November sleet. Your stainlessness and artless joviality are in contrast to my venery. But in honor of your being I play Schumann on the flute. You respond with a noble clarinet, Royal, but so voluptuous. You think love means saying “Yes,” I think love means bleeding. You say, “That's a grim thought.” I say, “Life is grief.” We are divided by that which attracts us - even as you speak of trust I see the void behind the stars. You speak of freedom, possibilities, and taking risks; but I have been to prison: Saturn has bound me with rings of lead, the acid rain has stained my face. We lay our cards out on the purple silk: today they say I am the Hanged Man. Are you the Queen of Swords, or the Priestess holding nine bright cups of Dionysian wine? You smile and ask, “Where, oh Where, is the void in ecstasy?” We strip and go against the current. The water here is swift and cold, the sunlight revels on your scintillating buttocks. I follow towards the cataract and drink the water that has caressed your thighs. You shriek, the monkeys leap, and I wrestle with a jaguar. You summon me to join you high up on the rocks where the moss is a foot thick. I manage half a fervent laugh And watch you diving into pools. Opals ripple on the water. We gather oleander, orchids, Lilies and lotuses and weave them into garlands and in the falls we linger in the timeless spray.
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