A Celebration
September 22nd, 2007, 2:17 am
She looms over the horizon
pale peach pink, a perfect round
like a melon. She hovers, ripe
a heavy drench of dripping light
A sultry whisper, the damp of dawn.
She twists. Slowly - a dip, a roll
A lotus bud sliding through slick fingers
and the dusk between her thighs
Salt-sweet musk, the deepening dark
Red wine, lush smoke, smooth skin.
Ancient. Her hips curve round
the smoothness of her belly
The taut and the firm of it
rising like a moon, an apple
The arch of her back lifting over and up.
Hourglass. Sand dune. Gourd.
-Copyright J. Pan 2007