WILLIAM WITHERUP ~

Orange Sunshine Acid Poem



1


We rode towards the stars on a crest

of marble, gneiss and schist

and were caught in the cold sweeping searchlight of eternity





2


You were the Snow Queen and I was Boris

I fought the Russians in the snow with my large red hands

As they fell on my knife their blood froze into jewels





3


I came to you and you loved me, Scheherezade

your breasts smelling of musk

and the wind in the tents





4


I can't tell you anything of love

except that it is a young woman

picking the dry rose-colored madrone leaves from her hair.





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William Witherup
Love Poems
Peters Gate Press
1971