umagarugu

(the sweet water, of the South :
once tasted, one must return)

1

these dewpearls gleam
in your ferncurled mound;
the dark yielding riches
of fragrant velvet folds
gather their constellation -
such a nectar for my tongue

I have but dreamt this dewy mead
that comes and so quick's gone;
one drop of dawn's sweet light I'd taste -
    but dreams alone bid me return

2

this pulsesoft rain
on your dawnwashed skin;
from dark silken valleys
to sunroused areolæ
the mistspray streams into gems -
such a treasure for my lips

I have but dreamt these diadems
that rise then so quick leave;
one gleam of rain-born crowns I'd kiss -
    but dreams alone bid me return

3

dawn's ripples play
on your cenote;
the dark sacred altar
of your eyes' divine depths
sings of ancient harmony -
such notes to slake my thirst

I have but dreamt this symphony
that soars then so quick's hushed;
one chord of this pool's song I'd drink -
    but dreams alone bid me return

4

laughing river -
umagarugu -
your dark waves bring comfort
in the chill before dawn;
just one sip of this sweet flow -
such salvation for my soul

Have I but dreamt the river's gift?
The current cleaves so quick;
one taste of you - what hope had I?
    But dreams alone bid me return.



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