Thursday, July 19, 2007

Dew In the Harvest Moon

To search for the root of you
the tendril of your ecstasy
is the reason for muscularity
in a tongue.

Yet it tastes on its way
finds the saline in the succor
the sugar in your sap-making
cambium.

My tongue as a tap
as a means of production
of confectionery
cause celebre
makes me a farmer, a forester
a man who reaps what he sows
and toils in fields
once dead.

And on this eve
in this reprieve
this unrequited requiem
of the harvest moon
I will lay aside the scythe
and the plow
and instead look to you
deliciously organic
and till...
and till...
until nothing remains fallow.

Originally appears at WetPoems.

4 comments:

Shameless said...

Hi there, :)
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Rax said...

this is beautiful and sensual. I really love the tongue image. the first line is captivating. the ending succulent and exquisite in the sound and wordplay. till, till... i love that

ozymandiaz said...

Ah, yes, the Orgy of the Bards. I remeber this one. Great work. One of my faves from that particular ringing.

Bek said...

Fantastic!!
Shes a lucky lady..........