Saturday, September 09, 2017

"The Lover"––poem by Dorothy






The Lover

The red gold labia
of the rose,
already beginning to
wither and curl,
how beautiful,
even as death
offers a kiss.

Are You the Friend
or are You the Beloved?
Who cares what name
You bring?
It is only your touch
that matters.

Some call it a tavern,
some a chapel.
God is everywhere.

Take this breast
into your mouth
and drink.
Let your tongue
taste God.

Dorothy Walters
(from 2008)

(photo by N. M. Rai)