You might want to keep the kids out of the room while reading this one.
Her beaded skin befriended, welcomes this encounter;
her universe moist from moments
of close-folded intrusion, heaven’s mixture
of fluidic grace.
She stretches out arms long entwined
in the twisted briars of warm perfection.
Limbs, taut and tingling, simmer and sigh
and follow their own presence
to the unmeasured gardens of depth.
Protruding and driven like hunter’s arrow
the straight, hard road approaches a hinterland
and readily channels a hungry planting
in her shadowed lake.
Delivering a sower’s gift, there comes
the careful immersion of cries bursting in love.
Their song complete, the mingling of rain and soil
attached soul to soul, and in morning’s light
there emerges a tousled joy.