Ezra Vancil Poet I do not know?

Mysterious

Mysterious, I have to taste
that simple fruit bellow the waste
    simple? Yes
    complexity
    to odds at end
    an irony

”sweet as wine” is said too much
I’d rather say the perfect lunch
  the salt
    the sweet
        a recipe 

   for where they meet, the end of me

Mysterious, I rest my face
between two pillars lightly grace

   the inner crevice
   valley
      hills
   
   I quench my thirst, but hunger still

from where we came,
each man no doubt
the going in
the coming out

for eyes to peer
from legs embrace
across the hips
breast and face

Mysterious, it is indeed
when fingers plot, trace with greed

    the soft
      the fine
        the peek
           the line

     two arms that reach, two breast they find.

I plot a course and learn the way
from bowing back and peaceful stay

with inner thigh
breath in cry
her hand, my hair we keep in time

Mysterious, I’ll look again
and never hope to find the end

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