Delta Blues

Pain strikes the vital organs
the Delta of Life
mother of all 
and sacred well of pleasure
You hear her,
she's moaning 
a deep
sometimes barely audible
felt by the Earth, her seeds
a pouty princess
wanting nothing of no one
confining to a corner
contracting and releasing
of impending birth or death
this uncertainty
causing channels to freeze
startled arteries
releasing typhoons of blood, cyclical trances

His touch
a phantom
sliding off and onto my body
every pore gasping for his heavy torso
to bury mine
into the fertile soil
making my mind lose it's breath
enacting the thumping cavity of my chest into law.

what worry, what destiny, what danger
just your kiss,
I need
just your kiss,
just that song
that only we know,
just that.