Naked sperm, I swim into you
a wiggly, squiggly thing,
that surveys the scene,
white, ice caps, a river birth.
I lie down with you,
unspoken altars of truth.
It aches to fit inside you,
Fog-laden meadows, wolves run silent;
emerald lanterns lead into the dark bay,
Where green ferns drape,
their lush regret and sand lies,
bared in nude beauty.
This vulnerability of nature is virgin,
Violet waters tickle golden fish,
Driftwood in its chestnut and meat
bury their scarred justice--
a hidden multitude of fattness.