Ode To A Beautiful Nude (feat. Rufus Seavell)

With a chaste heart - with pure eyes - I celebrate your beauty.

Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap out

and trace your outline while you lie down in my Ode

As in a land of forests or in surf,

in aromatic loam or in sea music

Beautiful nude -

Equally beautiful your feet

arched by primeval tap of wind and sound.

Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea.

Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light.

Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosing

The two deep countries of your eyes.

The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions

Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple,

Continues, separating your beauty down into two columns

Of burnished gold... fine alabaster

To sink into the two grapes of your feet

Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises ..

Flowering fire... open chandelier,

a swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth.

From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together?

Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills.

The cleavage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet

until alone remained, astonished

the fine and firm feminine form.

It is not only light that falls over the world,

Spreading inside your body it?s suffocated snow...

So much as clarity...taking it?s leave of you

As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.