(tanka series)
endless shades of green--
a twig tells of your sure step
softly behind me--
this sound once more by the lake
and your petals unfolding
a whirl of sheer skirt
follows your proposition
through the torn screen door--
heavy-scented spring twilight
rolls down the nape of your neck
sure knowledge of change--
fish break the silver surface
with liquid desire--
sparrows call as young stars rise
through quietly tossed dark hair
moon on still water--
blossoms floats on the white pond
becoming nipples--
my head rests in your warm lap--
crickets speak of this moment
a single wet kiss--
lips have no meaningful words
for their fierce mating--
ripe love under the heavens
speaks only in ancient tongues
two arcs of sapling--
the silent lake uncaring
if they are tangled--
wet glory of coming days
that cannot hide nakedness
~William Hammett
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