Love Poem for a Woman

If it's blasphemy

to say this

then so be it.

You are the one whom God

should have made in the beginning.

A more beautiful name

for each animal;

winding in a way

that only a river

and a woman  possibly can—

the extended, rippling

tresses,

the arcing of breasts

and hips,

the concaving

small of the back,

the melodic

lilt of the voice,

someone the Lord

would not have said no to

regarding what’s in-

between the leaves—

a fruit

no tree of knowledge

can ever keep from you

again.     

Andreas Gripp

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