Without Question

WITHOUT QUESTION

I lived,

         But you were the best

I loved;

        There is no Question;

You

        Bedewed with such sensuous luster

That  

       I became lost in your soft

Hair

        Glorious wreaths of luxuriant, silken pleasure,

Full

       Of the moisture of life

Soft

        Under the desert breeze

Midnight

        At the oasis, like that song, you touched my

Soul

        This I declare in the courts of deep thought

Sacred

       Memories of when we were lost, knee deep in

Green

       Grass and watery birth, among

Flowers

        And dreams:

Truth

       Only accessible in that flashing split-moment of

Bliss,

       When we vowed by groans and moans,

To increase,

       No words were necessary

        In that sea of haste

Our desire,

        Expressed in the poetry of sound

Without irony,

       Without question.

 

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