Apt Altars Poem by James Walter Orr

I wish to woo This Woman's world
The same as though it were her soul;
As though the sensual self were curled
Around the parts, to make a whole.
I want to feel the tender skin;
To know each curve, to know each plane
To know each slope, and know its twin
And know each place my hand has lain.
To know each thought that passes through
The secret recess of her mind,
Where dwell the wants and hopes and dreams
That all the fantasies can find.
Kiss every vale of paradise,
Apt altars for a sacrifice.