She is the red of womanhood
emancipation against his skin
Her breasts are alert gazelles
her body an intricate abyss.
She is the river of life flowing
through his veins.
Her tongue is a syrupy whisper
dripping with golden adventure
dropped like thick honey into his
weightless body and like a feathered
bird he defies gravity, follows the path
of silken lips, penetrates ecstasy.
art by Karol Bak