A song for January
Handsome blood formed in the womb
with accurate eye seeks to bond
with impeccable scruple
Fresh from the toil of night
they shift into the morning rhythms
bold rise of sun and bird song
and all objective freshness :
he delights in the intimate intricacy
of her beauty and raises fingers
five to her lips
caresses the structure
of her warm being and makes
of each gesture an annunciation
love held in the palm of his hand
Beauty and light are but the variations
of this truth illuminated
in the complexities of her skin
This we might call the earth dance
the conjoining of destinies
tender bones bound at the hip
gentle waves of universe that flow
from one to the other
and the soft satin glow
of their articulate joy
John Lyons
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