Their Necks Dancing Poem by L.B. Temuco

I am alone now
with all these ungraspable moments
You, at least your body and feet,
have gone to the
far edge of an ocean
I felt you leave in the morning
the sun was late in rising
trees grew still in the wind
you lay and let your
body love obediently
incompletely
in servant pleasure
your limbs like oars on a lake
they make no sound on the dark water
mulattos and bouganvillea in your eyes
the earth of your heaving skin
laid bare, silent but for the sound
of distant swans
their necks dancing
I cannot gaze for too long on sadness
What possibly can I have to say
now, of existence
of your contract with my heart
of the long tunnels of your nakedness
of the aroma that rises from you
when our mouths bewilder us
and our lips melt like wandering wounds
I love the sweet fruit of your neck
the warm beach of your arms
the cold jewels of your fingers
the ruby tongue of your breast
our spent storm
and the peace of water beneath us