JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
One day I saw you in the hall , you glanced at me, I glanced at you. I knew it was love at first sight! You kept on walking , I broke in tears because I lost you. I saw you at a dance, I was standing there pretty as could be and you walked up to me and asked me to dance , I had the best feeling about it so I took a chance!
We ended up talking for hours, hours after the dance, you walked me home, I said goodbye, I turned toward the door , you swung me around and plunged at me with a big sigh.
I plunged forward as so did you, our lips were locked, how could that be?
How could that be that we... a we , that we were friends . nothing more,
After that night we felt a great big bond and today 3 years later we were a WE!!!
