I taste you, my Diana
in the early mists of the morning light
when newborn eyes have not yet stirred
I drink you in- skin to skin
as though I were a toad
and you- my pond
bodies clasped in heavenly arrangement
I can do no more than stare
for in my nose, aligned the molecules
of your each and every star
whose sweet visions
so that I may be young and soar
in your arms.
Oh, my Sky!
How I have fallen into your vast warmth
your welcoming ocean
tis but what keeps me afloat
“the water sustains me without even trying”
though your love surrounds me
choking on every word
without your breath of life
in last I recall your sweet mother arms
embraces to hold me til Kingdom come
my fingertips bare such burdens of withdrawal, of loss
with so little conversation, they turn upon themselves
and eat me.
Words I long to hear
are oft too far
when most dearly they are needed here-
Phrases I long to capture in my grip
tongue them lightly from lip- to lip-
rest them in the bosom of my soul
where are these lovely quips?
Laden full of my maiden’s mirth.
I wish for Love and so seeking
Diana loves me
but mistress Moon
where have you gone?
Oh, Dove, come nestle in my night’s sky.
So I might whisper and whisper why-
there is nothing so wonderfully, so awfully grand
that one could better do
than lie in bed waking up- to you.