Poems about luna's breasts - Prose about them 'taters

[Gooch]

You are
the memory resonant in the girdle of the ages
suffering
trafficked jewel.
I cry love
living blood
wounds
angels like centaurs
and conjure.

I surge from your womb
savage caresses
present testimony
caprices
orishas
fertility
rhythm
semen
you are the forbidden fruit
the word of life
seed.

The intersection of your thighs is forged
demon
snail
cedar.

Here I am you feed me with stars
for you are
the flesh of suffering night
tumultuous sexual luminaries
I proclaim your tremulous being.
Animals like frontiers
sweet sea breezes
skeleton adrift
howl at the most exalted moment
silent gardens without crosses.

My guitar
my emptied body
my vision
childish images
covered with virgin blackness.

I return to the texture of skin
towards the lips
and heavy closed eyes.
Thus I name you
pendulum of the rebel hours.

The new hour advances shadows
on the hand of the confessions
and fatal enterprises.
Masks revealing mistaken desires.

Invasion of sun-tanned marionettes.
Prow pointing towards the tropics discovered yesterday.

What if I refused to leave your womb
and return to a fury of leaves and flamboyant
bowed before your altar or mercy.