What happens when the juice of the sun <br />drenches you <br />with its lemony tang, its tart sweetness <br />& your whole body stings with singing <br />so that your toes sing to your mouth <br />& your navel whistles to your breasts <br />& your breasts wave to everyone <br />as you walk down the summer street? <br /> <br />What will you do <br />when nothing will do <br />but to throw your arms around trees <br />& men <br />& greet every woman as sister <br />& to run naked in the spray of the fire hydrants <br />with children of assorted colors? <br /> <br />Will you cover your drenched skin <br />with woolen clothes? <br />Will you wear a diaper of herringbone tweed? <br />Will you piece together a shroud of figleaves <br />& lecture at the University <br />on the Lives of the Major Poets, <br />the History of Despair in Art?<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunjuice/
