Sweet Spot by Diane Dehler

Diane Dehler

June 10, 2013

Sweet Spot

Dandelion seeds unfurl a white thistle sky.

She is dressed as a ballerina in clouds.

Eyes around her are flounces of poppy petals.

She is imperturbable beauty, an entire forest of tall trees.

Her dress: a dream theater and underneath her dress the sweet spot.

They told me about it.

I searched for it myself she said; higher, lower…

A communication that loses itself in its own endeavor for a

body prefers to understand beyond words.

This way- that way, your body adjusts itself against mine.

A wave laps against the seashore, a

merge of in and out.

You are as much a part of my body as a lover, sweet spot.

Your pleasure moist, a mirror of agate soul body,

Agate smooth skin that always knows the way….

Diane Dehler

First published in poetic diversity: the Litzine of Los Angeles, April 2014