"my nose wanders
The magnificent valleys and hills of your face-—
Your soft and warm cheeks,
are not cheeks as cold as gold or base metal.
A token. There. Placed On the lip.
Just one token yum
-an extraordinary yum-
Oh Daughter of Ishtar
Vessel of my affections
Your lip tastes like plums.
Yum yum yum
I need to etch you, sketch you,
Drink you up, drink you down,
babble in Babylonian,
say it in cuneiform...
Ah,hah! This wine tasting takes time.
Go girl, carve my flesh.
Just the sex".
And from continuous "filling and emptying the red vase in her belly",
Ordering more magic to come from it,
Like Jesus at the Wedding,
Vases of blood
Turn into vessels of wine
And men are on the march along tombwalls
with their vessels full of wine, women and song.
"Kissing My Ancestors"pg 6 BB Smith
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