Stars

 

The landscape of your body

splendour of your nudity

at times makes me feel shoddy

stroking your infinity

 

I could sing the endless story

of the sculpture of your curves

and shout, proclaim the glory

of my desire as it swirls

 

         You are in a special place

         that is more strange

         than a picture from deep space

         where we just change

         into exploding stars

         oh darling, no holds barred

 

The lewd language of your limbs

in abandon to your joy

moans its wants, its wishes, whims

till your pleasure gets its way

 

           refr.

 

Maria, dec. 2012