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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 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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