This lovely soil color,
these two eyes, two curious
things, blinking globes,
naughty surveyor of all
your lovely moves;
These my ears, startled me,
with joy that was your voice.
And my hands gripped your
shoulder to turn you back,
my lovely arms had the treasure
best close to my bosom.
God knows delight was when
you sucked my fingers.
And I sprang off the the ground,
a light feather, an atom weight soul,
and each step was a romancing touch,
with soil, rock and water.
The pulsing sun,
inside me,
my heart,
in each breath a rhythm,
in each thought a spasm,
and a halt each
in joy or tear,
aloud in love,
silent in sorrow,
paining in your each
sad frown,
moves me toward you
till we are met
beyond bodies,
onto tomorrow.
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