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 ...
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010