Classic Poem

Beyond the fluctuating pulse of flesh,
Its agile and interminable change,
I am enamored of the rocks and sun,
Their bodily firm warmth, their passionate calm …
If woman I must have, give me the sea,
Colder and stronger, closer, more suave
Than women, her wave winding on my breast
For the embrace, the shock, the ecstasy.
Her white-veined arm of foam upraised in air
To throw me back upon the beach of sleep.