Love Poem

Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.

And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
honey flowed
from the split cup
impaled on a lance of tongues
on the tips of her breasts on her navel
and my breath
howling into her entrances
through lungs of pain.

Greedy as herring-gulls
or a child
I swing out over the earth
over and over
again.

by Audre Lorde

Comments (8)

Beneath His trees of healing, the life for which I long Ultimate unconditional surrender before Him, the creator. Great prayer and equally great theme.
Makes me ponder on what my own experience of eternity be.
The very definition of lovely wording
wow writers o f this excellence are no longer in existence.
Eulogy of divine love, support and healing. More transcendental than religious.
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