After she read the poem “Love Poem,” I anonymously called out from the audience, “Read it again.” I had never been so brave as to speak out in an audience, but I also had never experienced such bravery in a poet. Her bravery inspired mine. I had not heard a poem so blatantly sensual since the “Song of Solomon” in the Bible. Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigid as mountains spread over a valley carved out by the mouth of rain.
