i
Light drips from your face
This is your true element
Rainbow skin glowing of youth
I could look at you a long time
Wonder about your genes
Laid on a canvas of flesh
Created for beauty’s own rite
ii
Lips with the hue of the dawn
Eyes the color of lost Oceans
Pushed into the scene
Your necessary breasts that heave
As you breathe, your bud and bloom
The thick rapture of your hips
Whole biographies swim in your movement
Swallowed are the appetites of this world
iii
The temporary triumph of homo-sapiens
Over this dreary planet of deconstruction
All for the certainty that you can melt men
From ancient Egypt to New America
This is your true element
Women knitted in breathless years
That spread difficult ordinary happiness
iv
With just a look, between the years
Of seventeen and twenty-three
Six years of sacred shine my soul wheeled back in time
For your body the gold in my ears got hot
Miraculously kept in its essentials
Your skin radiated something that slipped through:
Fertility, as a necessity of life.
Wuji Seshat 
Your words are rich and sensuous, like the taste of sweet dark chocolate.
Yes I’m in the mood for sensuality, and chocolate! 🙂
I frickin love this! This is amazing great job.
My new list of inspirations:
1) Edgar Allan Poe
2) Steven King
3) You. 🙂
Sweet well this one was inspired by Walt Whitman, so you can add him to your list 🙂