To All My Lovers Who Never Were

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To All My Lovers Who Never Were

 

I think You would have been

a tender Lover

fresh with the scent

of brilliant

green papaya and orange blossom

in clever

hands,

knowing

how to fill my

untamed cup of effervescent longing

 

I think you

would have

kissed me like

the naked perfection

of a simple

rose, a Parrish sunrise

in a Goddess

pose

 

so abundant in

the afterglow

of a burning

taste we would leave

in one

another's mouth,

as we spoke

our benediction

soul to soul

cleansed of

the falling leaves of descent

into a

womb-like rhythm

as we took

time into our bodies

and fashioned

this crown of

Love.