Ribaldo Thanks God for Sexual Ecstasy
for the wild, pure thing
of sexuality,
this wild, primal, ecstasy
of silver water rippling
and white smoke.
Thank you God
for the uncontrollable moments
when seized by such ecstasy
the eyes, wide open,
shine with the fierce innocence
of an owl seizing its prey.
If a tiger was a saint
it’s eyes would look like this
when it eats.
Poem © Blake Steele 2004
Image © Blake Steele 2010
May be copied for inspirational purposes
Image © Blake Steele 2010
May be copied for inspirational purposes