Love is a wing, and I have been caressed
By it, by the hip that I hold,
By the lips, bold in red.
By the few lashes that extend far from eyes
That are tinted in bluish contrast.
Beloved, so loved you are, beneath me,
As I am above, I see you,
Your face and your eyes, and your breast
Curves that surround the Earth, as the sun.
Curves that are heated, like when
They were forged, by a blacksmith and his hammer,
And created woman, after woman.
I am blessed by you,
You, and your fiery love.
You and your melodious sighs,
Offered in repetition.
Offered in sequences, offered in turns,
Beloved, come closer, to a place near,
To my heart and its thudding rhythm.
I have shown up among these curves,
Those hips that are alike the extended womb,
Those legs that are alike the Steinway,
Those eyes that are alike the ripples of a lake
Forming tears whenever I kiss you.