I love Woman

I love woman, it is her work that I love,
Her hands always toiling, her mind
dwelling just above and to the left.
The fruit turn color and ripen,
even as they sway and dangle.

Can you see her bent over in her garden?
I adore woman, no weed is left unconquered,
and her children will surely rise up
out of the ground and call her blessed,
her fingers full of dirt and moist earth.

Delicious shadows, even without my eyes
I see her sliding and moving.
She is fluid, and I drink woman in.
I take up the goblet like a drunkard,
my fingers full of hair and skin and mystery.

Shall we pour out this time upon the ground?
Will I hear your words AND their meaning?
My roots and tendrils are exposed. Safe.
I love person, person is extravagant, complete
I am fascinated and married to her.