Poem VAR #228

Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
leaping like leopards to the sky
then at the feet of the old horizon
laying her spotted face to die

stooping as low as the kitchen window
touching the roof and tinting the barn
kissing her bonnet to the meadow
and the juggler of day is gone


HWL's Comment

Date of writing: 1979

Subject: vaginal cup, leaping like leopard on the glans achieves mutual climax. The visualization of lesbian lover at the clitoris is easily exchangeable of course, I have always held this to be a heterosexual poem, with p. the leopard, thus, at a minimum, I would say that it has marks of intermix alignments.