You are effortless

hummingbirded harmony
illusion of stillness
made through
maddening movement
your eyes offering
all the communion
of nectar heavy
flower bowls
rigid pistil prominence
unabashedly sexual
petals strutting
in the rhythm of wind
life scent beating
the busy bees--
beauty and longing
tearing off
their reason-wings--
no wonder they sting!

You are subtlety
like
the swollen lips
and
ever widening pupils
of
lovers to be,
queen

You are blatantly
flagrant sun fragrance
full moon frankness
forward as eyelid kisses,
twin sisters embracing,
Seven years from
now and ago,
lovers' hands,
old friends' words

You are fire water

Moon
shining
ever
clear-ly
burning beginnings away
making every kiss new
destroying satiety
preserving hunger
like
greed of few
and
poverty of many
like
Rumi fasting 'til
he could be content
feasting on light

liquid as
principle that teaches
young rivers to flow
&
reminds old streams
they still
don't know
wet as waterboarding--
making every breath
desperate, sacred--
and
as a woman
tongue whetted
for three hours
willing
a climax,
begging
pain of occupation
pressure of full
friction of
first dance
approaching
then
retreating.
Blood rush result of
claiming while conceding
One.

You are murmured honey
sweet sussurus
liplock lien
eyelashed shushes
fragile flesh
finder of weakness
compassionate lens
might submitting
to obvious feints

giving-in's
lurid victory
all the grief of art
and
pain of examined lives
all the frustration
of ideals ignored

You are at once
orchidlike secret &
obvious as laughing breasts
tossing hips and arguing hair
You are consciousness' coming
--silent--
Becoming love's violence
obstinacy of flesh
against mind, time
struggle of
desire and love
to be good dance partners

Queen,
you are
warm sweat
shared in
summer sex
or
shared dance
or
serving hands
inextricable nexus
of this and that
here and there
then and now
Infinite
in finite.

Queen,
you are.

© 2008 Jones Alexander