Has The Woman Arrived? Poem by RIC BASTASA

I have seen her picture, the one you are proud of
She is indeed beautiful
With long, brownish curly hair
Her smile is longing for you
It is moist
And warm

When was the last time you kissed her?
Two years, four, five
Or even one

It is such a long time
And you said you were crazy for her
Her neck entwined to yours
Her nails buried subcutaneously to your soul
Her sweat immersed to your
Chest hair and whirling in your
Masculine nipples

Captured
Your tongues twist like snakes in heat
In some isolated swamps
In your two mouths

You surely miss those thoughts of her
And she comes back to you
Like a breeze in the sea
And you wait

Here she comes. Hold your breath
Be kind enough. Use your fingers like tendrils to her
Vines. Be cautious, she is fragile, too glassy.
Lift her like
An expensive Chinese porcelain.
Then break her so gently
She will ask for it
Through the welcomes of her eyes
Like hands saying
Come to me come to me
Break me gently
Break me gently
I am closing my eyes I am spreading my self to this universe

She gleams in fading lights.
And you will be her strong darkness to blend
The colors of love, desire, lust, longing,
Love and lust, lust and love.

Feel her, dissolve in her softness
Your tenderness now diffused.