#56. With A Line By McClure (i think

October 20, 2009

Helping a Woman turn herself
into a panther
I am rose pollen fallen
on scarlet velvet.

She only needed a touch of my fingers
here
the slide of my tongue
there
the acceptance of her Self
in Her mind where
all
true lovemaking
happens.

We become totem poles
for each other
as we stand
UP
in bathtubs of experience.

SWEAT IS OUR GOD!!

Extemporaneous body poetry
is all that concerns us in this moment
when the Man and Woman disappear
and the Animals come out
to Gorge and Sate themselves in the Hunt.

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