Of Love

Why does the poet sigh for love,
           Why pine for milk-white breasts
When what he would prefer to do
           Is sink his teeth in lusty flesh:

O give me wet and quivering thighs,
           And give me hungry lips,
And give me eyes that burn with fire,
           And give me bouncing hips!

And give me toes that curl in pain
           From ecstasy sublime,
And give me heat from woman’s groin
           When intertwined with mine!

Why mince words, why sigh for love,
           Why plead for virgins pure:
Why waste your time on love divine
           When what you want is woman sure.

Michael Curtis is a classical sculptor, painter, and architect who lives in Alexandria, Virginia. His verses have been published in Candelabrum, Blue Unicorn, The New Formalist, The Lyric, American Arts Quarterly, Amphora, Pivot, and many other journals. His translation of Afrikaans verse, “Land of Sunlight and Stars” will be published in 2012.