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.
