Ah! Woman, Woman Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Ah! Woman, Woman



The witching hour has not nor may never arrive as neither six nor nine have joined nor formed Ying Yang.
The enchanting hour exists only in our illusory realm
Soixante neuf ne sont
pas arrivés! L'heure enchanteresse n'existe que dans nos imaginations.
The invitation
will forever stand in my remembrance as you permit me to engorge your mind.

Let us not reach the brink of impossible returns where only broken dreams
would greet us. Neither you nor I seek temporary gratification in our
search for oneness. Woman searches for oneness in such
wondrous ways that man will never comprehend.
Yet our wordy foreplay are so tantalizing
that my tongue delight in your moist
seasonings of which only
your exotic mind
could give
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t

v! v

For you I shall become a herbivore and smell fragrances emanating from your fissures while I crave yet delay carnal knowledge. I relish your undulating and trembling folds and lap
at your fountain of youth while once again I shed centuries as I renew.

So how does one pave an already gilt river with fresh spun
silk seasoned by eons and still make it a virgin
territory to conquer, ravish and relish
la blancheur laiteuse de ta gorge
without leaving traces
of my fangs.

~~~

Friday, September 18, 2009
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