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The Last Day of Autumn |
Frozen in insight
Your eyes reached out
Like a vine towards the sky,
Your fingers one by one
Embraced the moon
Then ripped it off the night
In complete disregard
As the stars followed
Moving in discord
And disarray
I heard your whispers
In my sleep
As your words slid
Through my window
And into my bed covers
Slowly enveloping my perception
Until I’d forgotten
Pain of heartbreak
And headed barefoot
To a place by a nearby lake
Where the light from
The stars
Reflected off the water
Near the reeds
I found you
Sitting next to a tree
Out of plain sight,
Moon between your legs,
Slicing it in asymmetrically
Identical shapes,
When you handed me
A slice and smiled
As I accepted your offering,
Scented now,
By the moisture
Of your hands
And inner thighs
“Go on, take a bite” You said
With a smile that now
Reflected the same light from
The sun and the stars
That reflects from the moon;
And without hesitation
I drew my teeth towards
Such slice of cosmologically
Interplanetary Maritime
Zodiac compass with
The same zeal as a man
That knows only the
Taste of a woman’s
Inner most skin will
Begin to suffice his yearning
For knowledge into his earthly
Counterpart
Then as every tooth pierced the
Surface, silver dew began to pour
Into my tongue and as my
Taste buds sucked on the
Insight of the flavor, my
Insides began to glow
With the reality of a
Man that is revealed
Through a slowly drawn
Curtain the stage by
Which this world performs
Its miracle of sustenance
Of mankind in this
Tiny universally molded
Speck of galactic coordinate
Ah, Mankind, my kind, it creates
The wars history records,
Inventions and explorations,
Empires and governments
But only out of fear it will be
Forgotten in between
The greater grace of
Stars and women,
Women who channel
Birth through their
Bodies,
Women who channel
The emotions of every
Babe, teenager and man
Mankind, my kind, knows
That as the last day
Of autumn finally draws to an
End and winter
Descends upon us,
It is women who will
Have sustained the birth
Of the first and the last
Of our kind
Tonight you read such
Fate in my eyes as my
Taste buds become entangled
In the savoring of your
Being you share conspicuously
Between history made
And history being designed
And my existence once
Again is bounded on
The stage of sustenance
By which myself and
My kind survive
Day by day
copyright 2005
Francisco
Dominguez |
