ODE TO A NAKED BEAUTY
With chaste
heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate
you, my beauty,
restraining
my blood
so that the line
surges and
follows
your contour,
and you
bed yourself in my verse,
as in
woodland, or wave – spume:
earth’s
perfume,
sea’s
music.
Nakedly
beautiful,
whether
it is your feet, arching
at a
primal touch
of sound
or breeze,
or your ears,
tiny spiral
shells
from the
splendour of America’s oceans.
Your breasts
also,
of equal
fullness, overflowing
with the
living light
and, yes,
winged
your eyelids
of silken corn
that disclose
or enclose
the deep
twin landscapes of your eyes.
The
line of your back
separating
you
falls away
into paler regions
then surges
to the
smooth hemispheres
of an
apple,
and goes
splitting
your loveliness
into two
pillars
of burnt
gold, pure alabaster,
to be
lost in the twin clusters of your feet,
from which,
once more, lifts and takes fire
the double
tree of your symmetry:
flower of
fire, open circle of candles,
swollen
fruit raised
over the
meeting of earth and ocean.
Your
body – from what substances
agate,
quartz, ears of wheat,
did it
flow, was it gathered,
raising
like bread
in the
warmth,
And signaling
hills
silvered,
valleys
of a single petal, sweetness
Of velvet
depth,
Until the
pure, fine form of woman
thickened
and rested
there?
It is
not so much light that falls
over the
world
extended
by your body
It’s suffocating
snow,
as brightness,
pouring itself out of you,
as if
you were
burning
inside.
Under your skin the moon is alive
….. Pablo Neruda
"When couples love God first they love each other better"
........Brela Delahoussaye
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