Poem Hunter
Love Poem
(18 February 1934 – 17 November 1992 / New York City)

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

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Wonderful poem, I liked the way it was penned.
Lovely modern poem that speaks a lot about the manifold pains of life so nicely.
She described herself as a black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet. She was obviously not afraid to write poetry about her lesbian life-style- nor afraid to write poetry about black issues and other injustices concerning racism, sexism, and homophobia.
A lovely modern poem picked this time. Thanks for the sharing.
Emotional and imagery, power filled lines
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