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The Chateau
in Normandy, France
by
Craig Morey
Compliments
of
60s & Further
Sacred Sexuality Bookstores
Ode
to a Naked Beauty
~ Pablo Neruda
With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earths perfume,
seas music.
Nakedly beautiful,
whether it is your feet, arching
at a primal touch
of sound or breeze,
or your ears,
tiny spiral shells
from the splendour of Americas oceans.
Your breasts also,
of equal fullness, overflowing
with the living light
and, yes,
winged
your eyelids of silken corn
that disclose
or enclose
the deep twin landscapes of your eyes.
The line of your back
separating you
falls away into paler regions
then surges
to the smooth hemispheres
of an apple,
and goes splitting
your loveliness
into two pillars
of burnt gold, pure alabaster,
to be lost in the twin clusters of your feet,
from which, once more, lifts and takes fire
the double tree of your symmetry:
flower of fire, open circle of candles,
swollen fruit raised
over the meeting of earth and ocean.
Your body from what substances
agate, quartz, ears of wheat,
did it flow, was it gathered,
rising like bread
in the warmth,
and signalling hills
silvered,
valleys of a single petal, sweetnesses
of velvet depth,
until the pure, fine, form of woman
thickened
and rested there?
It is not so much light that falls
over the world
extended by your body
its suffocating snow,
as brightness, pouring itself out of you,
as if you were
burning inside.
Burning
Passion
I
feel your warm breath upon my skin
A burning path
of searing heat
As you awaken me with your kisses
I feel your hands
as they gently caress
my breasts
and slide lower
I open my eyes
and look into yours
we become lost
in each other
I feel your hardness as you press against me
A flame ignites inside
as we merge into one
One heart
One soul
One body
One whole
You feel the warmth that surrounds you
the wetness
the sweet scent of lust fills you
A raging fire
of passion
rises
We become the flames
we are the fire
we ignite
my hands your hands
my lips your lips
thigh to thigh
my breasts your chest
there is no beginning
there is no end
We have molded into one another
shaped together
as two perfect lovers
You
and
I
for eternity
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