WIFE-WISH

 

 

Lord, send me a natural woman.

A straight, proud, toss her head,

Fling back her curl,

Thoroughbred,

Steady-eyed girl

With satin-supple flesh.

Let September sunsets through a mesh

Of low mist glint

And deepen her hair to a copper-gold tint.

Let her be lovely, and lissom, and lithe.

And all her outlook calm, untroubled, and blithe.

 

And, Lord, let her form be all symmetry to the eye.

From the crescent curve of her calf to her smooth, straight thigh.

From her full sleek hips and her waist – Greek goddess styled,

To her breasts, firm for her man`s fondling, soft for the twitch-nosed nuzzling of a child

 

Aye, let her not be with her own womanhood at strife,

Send me a willing-welcome, whole of heart, and deeply female wife.

A woman in who`s warm womb a man might kindle life.

 

Then, Lord, send us a great – a grown love,

Some of your own love.

No placid-ever-after,

Chew-the-cud, content-love.

But a love that`s rocked on laughter –

A glory-bent love.

 

And since who seeks glory abides glory`s price,

Why worry we if we pass through days of ice,

Or arids of Arizona strays.

There`ll be quench-thirst

Freshets, dew-ways

Blossom and bud-burst

Heart-leap Easter days,

Seas of summer shoal in sunny bays,

And, at the end of it all…Paradise.

 

And finally Lord

 

As the joy and the woe-times weather our love,

 - Father of all far flight -

Tether our love

To the home, feed the hearth`s light.

Build it around with brick.

Oh, Lord, send me that woman – and send her quick!