In The Sancturial Mazes of Love
In the morning still,
The earth is fertile-rich,
Sprigs of moss touching dawn,
The rose pink harvest of dawn,
The mellowness of a meditation,
Love like light on water!
Love pouring down into ecstasy!
Marks the first perfection of the symbol-dawn,
You are heavy also...
Yellow, blue, red-flecked white,
Revealed functions of the basket-flesh woven,
The blue-red flames of the holy guardian-angel,
The mystery is complete around the ornamental sun,
The hanged moon,
And the neck of gold reflections,
The white skin
flecked with gold,
the naked skin, flecked
the equal hearts,
VENUS OF A THOUSAND FIELDS
BLUSHED SPHERES OF EMERALD JOY,
IN THE HOUSE
OF BLOOD WE SING!
ALCHEMICAL EARTH-LOVE WATER-LOVE & EYES OF
IRIDESCENCE IN THE GREEN LOTUS
and there is the barren sun illumined among the
flying specks of gold
and i would spend them in the air...
THE WHITE SKIN
FLECKED WITH GOLD, THE NAKED SKIN, FLECKED,
WITH TEARS, STRETCHED, the equal hearts