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)