walk toward me wonderful one

let the shadows of your footfalls reciprocate

in the backrooms of my eyes

let the sway of your hips enchant me

with their silent music,

O charmer of serpents

 

Walk toward me with outstretched hands

that I may ready myself

for my headlong fall

into the cataclysm of your navel

the fullness of your lips

is like the dew of the apricot

 

Lean to me and kiss my brow

Let me fill my cup

with the pure cool water

from your pitcher.

Let me eat the full sweet grapes

And leave no plum unconsidered

 

entwine with mine

your long fine fingers

built for arts far more refined

than the brute tasks of my passion

let me break upon you

the fast of my desire