Speak earth and bless me with what is richest <br />make sky flow honey out of my hips <br />rigis mountains <br />spread over a valley <br />carved out by the mouth of rain. <br /> <br />And I knew when I entered her I was <br />high wind in her forests hollow <br />fingers whispering sound <br />honey flowed <br />from the split cup <br />impaled on a lance of tongues <br />on the tips of her breasts on her navel <br />and my breath <br />howling into her entrances <br />through lungs of pain. <br /> <br />Greedy as herring-gulls <br />or a child <br />I swing out over the earth <br />over and over <br />again.<br /><br />Audre Lorde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-poem-8/
