The Miracle Of FleshAlabaster smoothness, soft
Warm pulse pounding just beneath
Heating lip & fingertip, breast & cheek
Stirring lust & failing reason
Cinnamon & cocoa, amber & honey...
Yielding to gentle caress, catching scars
Tearing & healing, becoming one with
The closest thing there is to a God
Paper thin, wrinkled, dry
Bejeweled with mole & wart
Bruised, slashed, tattooed in woe
Even then it triumphs
The spirit smiles
Knowing full well
That it is no match
Behold! Tonight, An Albert Ryder Moon
She digs a claw into my heart, scares up a fine &
Beautiful jangle of feelings (surprise/happy/sad)
This nature, this night, this
Albert Ryder moon
Partially obscured by a wisp of cloud
She winks and nods nevertheless
Heaves her bountiful breast
Her lemon-ice-half-slice smile
Her sequined shawl the stars
To which we assign
Magical powers
Over Love
& Life
The night air burns delighted lungs
The ground beneath foot & hoof
Hard, a crust of spring denied
I gaze upon Her noble face
Fingers crossed, I take my place
Here alone on this Earth
Wishing instead I could wrap
My arms 'round that glorious
Albert Ryder moon
-Prof. Dirk Beat
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