Lovely One! I will seek out your true name
in the thicket that dismays your heart,
in the forests that darken your eyes,
in the loon that calls at sunset.
I will seek again your beauty
in the waters of heaven and earth,
in the sea and in the clouds, in the stars,
in the rivers, and in our blood.
Come! Come teach me your secret name,
with your lips and your stillness,
with your moan and your shout
in the mad dance of our bodies.
Come! Teach me once more about beauty,
with your hair that shimmers like the night,
with your eyes and with your smile,
with those wondrous, sturdy worlds
of your breasts and your hands;
with your belly like a level plain;
with your comely buttocks and your flexed thighs,
with your pressing knees and your calves,
with the soles of your feet, your heels, your toes.
Oh, the deeper beauty of your spirit!
Forever would I sing out your praises,
lovely one, and forever dwell in this splendor!
I will seal it in vowels and consonants,
in the trickle of ink on the page,
in the blood that knocks at the gates
of tomorrow, that shouts “Love! Love!”
Though this our now imperfect flesh perish,
our souls shall fly toward the abiding sun,
two cranes on wings of fire and rain…
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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2011
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