Aubade to Jesus

I have tasted the manna of Moses from your goodbye kisses;

I have quenched my thirsts from the rock of your love;

I have been caught up in the whirlwind of your passion. . .

And I lie here alone,now, since you bid me farewell,

And I still know your presence:

Your sweet, earthy scent is still rising from my thighs
my stomach, and my breasts. . . . 

The roughness of your beard still flushes my throat,
my ears, my face. . . 

The gaze of your eyes in our shared pleasure warms me,
haunts me, and sustains me. . .

You are a blessed moment's sunlight baking my fertile belly. . .

And I already know--like Leda, when she was dropped by 
her lover, Zeus--

More than any one woman should ever know.

(This image is loaded from Steven Kenny's "Studio-Online" that promoted his January 2009 show.)