Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Dew



Although the water that wound
It’s oxbowed path around
The vortex of your navel
Never touched where it struck
Out and fell instead upon
The arching need of your naked
Hip it was collected
By its tense containment
In the joyous pool of itself
Beneath a radiant moon

3 comments:

  1. lovely image - both the words and the photo

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  2. "The arching need of your naked
    hip...."

    What a beautiful poem, BAK. Let's chase the radiant moon sometime soon, eh?

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  3. Soon, my love....
    Thank you, Robin!

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