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Essence of Him


(with credit to Andre' Breton~mused by his "Free Union")

My love whose hair is ice coal
His thoughts a tropical storm
His hips tambourines
My love a bird in a panther's iris
His mouth a celestial symphony of shooting stars
His teeth virgins straddling a snow fort
His tongue smooth as the Hope diamond
My love his tongue is my communion
His tongue a toy soldier that marches
His tongue a celebrated aria
Each eyelash a whisper in the night
His eyebrows the lines of a sonnet
My love his temples a pair of hands
pointed heavenward in prayer
My love whose shoulders are Chardonnay
Sipped in white Oxfords under a waterfall
My love his wrists like driftwood
Whose fingers are a winning lottery ticket
Whose fingers are needles in a haystack
My love with nutmeg and cloves beneath his arms
Of musk-filled nights in satin sheets
Of summer and cicadas in willow trees
Whose arms are salt and sailing boats
And the mingling of barley and hops
My love whose legs are antelopes
Leaping like tension and coiled springs
My love his calves of thimbleberry
My love whose feet are consonants
Are darting fireflies and tympany
My love his neck sasparilla
My love his throat a ski slope
Rendezvous in devil's snare
His chest a hidden cave I can hide in
His nipples stalagmites in crystallized perfection
Crucibles of jade
Prisms of sunlight upon beveled glass
My love whose belly stalks like a crouched tiger
Its tension mounting with each measured step
Whose back is an eagle ascensding
Whose back is muscles rippling
Whose back is untapped strength
The nape of his neck is earthen clay, nimble fingers
And the shuddering gasp of breath upon impact
My love whose hips are rowboats
Whose hips are plush velvet rugs
Mattresses lined with rose petals
And ducks silently gliding amongst the reeds
Luxury and the silence of nature untouched
My love whose buttocks are of molten steel
Of architecture's high beams and arched steeples
And of Winter Spring Summer Fall
My love whose sex is mossy upon my true North
Is dolphin and butterfly
Sweet clover and honeyed gazes
We are one flesh
My love his eyes raindrop tears
Of stark lavender and inescapable hurt
My love of jungle eyes
My love his eyes a rose in desert bloom
My love his eyes my constant North star
Eyes of sun moon stars and you



Lori Beal

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