Saturday, 04 February 2012
| In the Heat of the Sun...I Love |
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POETRY | By John B Lee
I am singing of first sensation
when the locus of two bodies
lost
to dark desire
lie together as if in a bed of rivers
with the silting down of dampening dust
wafting from a wind on the land
adrift by the lonesome tree-shadowed shore of a great
sky-bearing water
and there
in the sacred verso and recto of dream
at the very meaning middle
of orchidaceous flesh one man receives
a sweet low kiss from the silken secrets of the womb
and vanishes
on the threshold and circumference of delight
into that moment of memory
when watered clay persuades the soul
to breathe beyond the quitting point
of a sad story of the heart
a story concerning animal stone and mortal stars
as is was when the blue-tipped cuticle
of life-giving-life touched earth to heaven
undulating in luminous waves of wakeful and confluent oceans
of energetic darkness and vacillating light surging inward and falling away
in shell-wash and pebbled blur of sundered smooth glass-blue crests
foamed with the roaring silence of a quieting sea
the goddess
like a seamstress at her treadle
seated close on the edge of her chair
concentrating on her stitches
the garment cascading on the floor
transformed from formless fabric to radiant raiment
where she shudders through closets of chaos
while the birth-wet imago
almost open and nearly closed
alit with the flexing shade
afire with tension she steals for her flight
from the floriferous heat of the rose-deeped sun
for the purpling cool of the moon …
• In The Heat of The Sun and The Cool of The Moon, I Love won
first place in the Second Annual Love Poem Contest. For the contest report, click here. |
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