A Form of Tribute
I remember the meeting of our lips
Where the honey drips
Like dew from a hibiscus morning
Your tongue was a bud
And I a bird suckled there for my thirst
O crescent moon shaped wings
Parting the silver stream of words
The ivory teeth like keys sing still
For the ebon’ temple of my eyes.
When shall they worship that form again
Your breasts like ships on waves
Rising in the sunset of my expectations?
When shall their soft folds cushion more
My sleep to dream of you? Thirsty once,
My eyes drank their delicious beauty in
Despising the gospel testaments of sin,
They were the cradles where I keep desire.
O woman that is more than lips, hips
Or blossoming breasts to me
O woman whose eyes made me skip
Rehearsed phrases from memory
All thy beauty and thy form agree
To sing your inner pedigree
You hallowed gift to all humanity
My love is covenanted to the best in thee.
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