by the breast of girl
life together is a pink dream of honey lust
of luscious springs to bitter rain
one wants a rose from the forest
but a goddess they watch sleep through the moonlight
not the sun will not recall your worship
when drunk sweet tongues ache and frantically cry
yet bare feet want to lie here in bed languid
or swim summer water
cool and black-blue beneath a diamond sky
crushing arms soar and urge needingly
their whispers pant a delirious symphony
her lazy fingers fiddle and smooth sweaty hair
still gorgeous a garden beauty
nevertheless she is a woman
after all
why go mad from puppy love
The poem behind the film I might make this year... it's a funny contrast to one of my other potential ideas, composed two(ish) years apart.
maybe this was earlier than 2015, I suppose it doesn't really matter