you are sweet as the water
of a woman’s sweet river
that showers with its flowing
every beautiful night:
sweet as the coffee flower
whose  breath is never bitter
sweet like an open orange
that were a mouth-wet, bright

far sweet, far than brown sugar
than honey & fruit you are:
hair of deep lemon-harvest
skin of rose & may
lips made of flame & nectar
keen honey-suckle-arms:
you’re life’s only fountain
where day & night I quench

& if your are touched or kissed
& if you are missed or called
& if you are loved or wanted
if you are away or close
& if you are felt or caressed
if you are enjoyed or hugged
how sweet, how sweet you are
between my sour arms

within this barren heart
you stepped in when you came
& grew sweet & female:
you: sprout of sugar-cane