| Porpoise Mouth |
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The white ducks fly
All past the sun
Their wings flap silver at the moon
While waters rush down the mountaintops
My [? ] plays circus tunes
I dance to the wonders of your feet
And I sing to the joy of your knees
The cold white dress on the mountain crest
[? ] the frozen tree
The maple-[? ] in the sky
It seems to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering [? ] [? ]
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh
For your hair is so fine
In startled reeds
Of playground grass
A child jumps rope to [? ]
Reeds and grass
The marching drum
They make a joyous sound
She bends low with lust and love
And falls [? ] on the ground
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the earth is love |
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