This is a fairly wild poem here.
I wrote these I was 25 so, you have to forgive the ebullience.
[LAUGHTER]
Your knees, those pinnacles competing with the finest
dimpled five-year-old chins are dancing.
Ecstatic as nuns in their delirious habit,
like runaway needles on a multiple graph.
The first organic model of seismographs charting
the crest they keep you on and on till all
the sensitive numbers on the Richter scale ring out at once.
But silently, a choir of Sundial alarms.
You reach that place levitated by pleasure the first glimpse
the melting glacier must have had
rounding the precipice of what came
to be known as Niagara Falls.
After all this time every time like a finger
inside the tight gummed spittle bright atavistic circle
of a newborn's fragile lipped mouth.
I embrace you my heart, a four celled embryo swimming a pulse.
A blood stream that becomes month
to month less of a stranger as more intimate her own.