On the occasion of my alien birth
I made a covenant with the singing stormclouds
who brought me, yearning and alone,
to this distant world that spins the dance
of a woman's dreams.
And the covenant in my innocence made
entwined me forever with an infant promise
to make love, gentle as morning,
to this distant world that sings the songs
of a barefoot child.
In the crevices of her wrinkled charm
I lie in empassioned awe as I reach for her lips
and feel dew, honeysuckle soft,
on the greening hills that are the breasts
from whence I draw hope.
In the artieris of her flowing streams
I feel the pulsating rise of a hungry desire
to make love, for her and for me,
as sensuous fields color her skin
and a breeze smiles and sighs.
(Included in So Far To Go When We Get There, Copyright Dudley Weeks, 1992]