Classic Poem

The lines of her wary body lure the eye
Out of his head, insinuate the way
From breast to rounder breast and hip to thigh,
A symmetry of curve and wisdom gay
With melody of movement improvised
To make occasion seem a mystery
And mystery a night to be surprised,
Annihilated white with history.

His thoughts with rain begin to swell and they
Gather momentum in loins that fiercely ply
The brooding storms that rage to burst and slay
The covert of the labyrinth, the cry
Of each proud curve pierced silently and straight
Till love clear cool of passion and of hate.