Her Body

a poem by c.a. leibow

Her body is a Rosetta stone
translating the unspeakable world.

she says, "love" and

100 birds come into existence

like blossoms
to a bare tree.
Sing to me my shut mouth lover,
dream of my mouth and my tongue
seeking for the earthy sweet-
bitter of your white skin -

tracing the fine secret rivers,

the indigo blue veins
under diminutive breasts,
the secret courses that run
down your body and back again -
to the pooling, the engorging
in that dark wet recess that
I found my self.
envelop me, flower
made flesh-

teach me

teach me the word that brought the world into existence.

The End