Declaration
Here, your eyes are palpable volcanoes of thread and everlasting morning. A surrealist masterpiece of green pixels--pastels of erect arms--implacable under strokes of honey.
At times I seek for you under the cool lighted moon and I climb on its neck to find a spear that will make me wolf or man enough to risk the earth by kissing you--for in my delusions it will collapse out of the pure wind and tremors of two merging souls--like dancing continents erupting onto the ballad of the other.
Woman, your breasts are red wine. I upon all of your waterfalls, sink into mockery, that of talents and hydroelectric energy. Woman, ladybug of fire--show me your back and burn me with its candid spine and skeleton--for I will bite your shoulders without resignation. I will conquer your hips and plant a city in them.
I will forever be the night sky that covers your springs and marks the leaves of your autumn. Forever the ghosts that hold your hand and whisper songs in your ear. The soil that binds your roots and colors the fruit of you, forever.
