Lover, the straight-forward unveiled language

Lover, the straight-forward unveiled language
of her eyes is everything. The untamed fury
of the broad sea, the turning of the eye
of the storm, turquoise, navy. Without age

she assaults the coast, her various images
spawn heresies. The thunderous inquiry
of the heavens, the clarity lightning buys
for a brief moment. Lover, in the marriage

of sky and earth is weather, turn a cheek
to the squalls and monsoons. The loud worship
of the first breath is in the wind inspecting

the valleys; the breath of god is no concept
nor abstraction. Lover, my knees are weak
at the trembling of your virgin bottom lip.