Woman (The Poem)

Carnal apple, woman made flesh under incandescent moon,
Seaweeds sodden aroma, the marsh and the mash of light-
What shadowy precision opens between your secret columns?
What primitive place is touched by the masculine nerve?

Ahhh....love, the voyage, the water, the night and the stars.
In drowning air and squalls of ancient flesh drenched pleasures.
Love... the war of lights and lightning flashes and music and fury.
Two bodies blasted golden, in a single burst of carnal honey.

Kiss after kiss after kiss, I will recover your infinite colors, spinning.
Dancing by firelight, at the shores of your body’s forgotten rancor.
Your blood and soul, a spontaneous blossoming of vermillion,
And now, the genital spark, made whole and moist and delectable.

Naked, I conjure a world of light and of need, to fixate your likeness,
You; minimal, supple, blazing, earthy, transparent, furious, golden, precious.
Lunar markings serve as my soul’s pathway through the apple.......
Naked, you are as slender as the wheat and as whole as the sky above.

Cerulean blues of the Solstice’ midnight shall be your chosen colors.
Naked, I trace starlight and shadowed tendrils on your brazen skin.
Naked, as you lay, tawny and magnificent and complete and eternal.
You; the summer’s wholeness, spun, as if in silken cloth of temple gold.

Naked, you are subtle and curved within the daybreaks pink limit,
You thrust into the cold dark fires and trusted lamentations of my world,
Your clarity trims its flames, unfurls the cloth of love, then covers me over,
And again you fall to me, into me, naked as the hands that caress your breasts.