PLUNGE
I COME ONLY TO VENERATE…
DESECRATION I LEAVE TO OTHERS!
THAT TILT ON YOUR FLAT BELLY,
THAT PLUNGES BETWEEN YOUR HIPS…
THAT IS ECSTACY INCARNATE!
IT IS THE WORD IN FLESH,
A PROMISE NEVER TO BE REPEATED.
AND AS I WATCH YOU WALK AWAY,
WITH YOUR PERFECT HOUR GLASS FORM,
AND THE CELLO DIMPLES
THAT LEAD TO YOUR CHEEKS
THIS IS MUSIC TO MY EYES,
A SONATA IN A MAJOR FORM…
ALL BORN OF STARS…
A COSMOS IN MINITURE,
A COLLISION OF GALAXIES.
MATTER SOFTLY FOLDING IN,
A GOD’S GREATEST LYRIC,
JUSTLY GRANTED TO YOUR FORM,
I WAS BLESSED TO WORSHIP YOU.
FOREVER BLESSED.
DALE M 2021
Damn! This is amazing, Dale. You should send such poems out. I mean it.
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thanks Bo
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