The moon is a sow
and grunts in my throat
Her great shining shines through me
so the mud of my hollow gleams
and breaks in silver bubbles
She is a sow
and I a pig and a poet
When she opens her white
lips to devour me I bite back
and laughter rocks the moon
In the black of desire
we rock and grunt, grunt and
shine
Song For Ishtar
Denise Levertov
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Poem topics: laughter, silver, desire, white, great, black, shine, throat, poet, shining, moon, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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