A New Love Poem
Today I write a new love poem
Of longing for the form of her perfection
That men home from weary fields
And bloody wars see only in their dreams
There is no constitution to match your loveliness
The perfect breast like mountain pillars
Where I can bury my face
Smell the freshness of earth's perspiration
And hide from life's ugliness.
O that I am sheltered here eternally
Today I write a new love poem
To drink the pure milk of your fountains
I taste again childhood's freedom and happiness
During earth's dismal rigors and loneliness
O let me my place inside thy love's nest
To rinse my tongue, my mouth, my soul
With your honeyed tongue
Know your words alone does affirm my trust
And your white milk is the only whiteness
That will not pierce my eyes with blinding light.
I have wind's hands ripping and twisting trees
I have seen the surf's tongue gnawing rocks
I have seen the sun's eyes bringing castles to their knees
But your laughter like a comb its honey drops
Heals the skin dessicated by burning breeze
Today I write a new love poem
For a country come to right its history's wrongs
And there shall be no more marching, nor songs
Pining for liberation, but you strip to nakedness
Clothing my heart with all your loveliness
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