of the wet forest?
marbled museum stone?
painted, draped, fresco?
eurydice once had real flesh
myth jargon tells how they lay
there was sound
as a woman so real
opened legs to receive
real stuff
white stuff
earth stuff
moist hair sweet flower
bee stung pricked,
so went the hours
shaman gazes past the veil
to real eyes and real flesh
to hippie breasts
with steamed nipples
in the hot womb waters
the eyes, yes yes
the fire-smell skin
in the night forest
skin skin
smell
yes
