Spring a natural aphrodisiac.
Cyclic rhythmic
Kundalini.
Surprised by the intensity
of saturated sensations
gently,
slowly,
exploring
sacred femalia
After all these years,
why astonishment?
It was that very British lesbian and her tribe,
evoking primordial sensuality.
Thoughts obsessively jump,
be-tween, upon and over.
Words on pages of books
Patiently waiting to be savored.
Ambivalence rides mind’s desires.
Will it take flesh, fetish, futility,
for a mind to be free?