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Leilani

I want to lick the words from her tongue
to taste her distinctiveness
and swallow her vicissitude wholly.

I want to immerse myself inside
her perfect mind,
tangle my digits in her

mahogany curls,
and trace the delicate arch
of her elegant eyebrows.

I want to know the passion
that drives an ellipsist,
a poetic seductress.

From pent-up aching rivers,
From that of myself without which I were nothing,
From what I am determined to make illustrious, even if I
stand sole among men,
From my own voice resonant singing the phallus,
Singing the song of procreation,
Singing the need of superb children and therein superb
grown people,
Singing the muscular urge and the blending,
Singing the bedfellow’s song, (O resistless yearning!
O for any and each the body correlative attracting!
O for you whoever you are your correlative body! O it,
more than all else, you delighting!)

~ Walt Whitman

T. S. Eliot wrote, "April is the cruelest month."

Edna St. Vincent Millay asked, "To what purpose, April, do you return again?" 

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words." ~ Edgar Allan Poe

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession." ~ Robert Frost

"It's what you learn after you know it all that counts." ~ Attributed to Harry S. Truman

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." ~ Carl Sandburg

"Poetry is bending into the essence of our own wandering that we may become the refraction of light." ~ Edgar Z. Balldinger