Thou Art Not Baby

_____Thou art not baby___ Thou art not baby nor Inchoate, Still thou art baby in my ageless spirit, My careful fondling makes thee suckling, Thou art not one to suck milk, Nor thy mind smiles to view sunlight and wonder, Old enough to think and decode the uncodeable. Thou art not baby to cry and complaint, Enough is thy prime thought, One by one the flower is blossoming, The bud is on the way to carnal fullness, The shadow of womanhood is sprouting, With the raw dew on bosom. Thou art young enough to satiate the Voluptuous Pleasure, To close my tired mind with the juice of life, Thou art life enough to fulfil the need, Old enough to go beyond body satisfying it's need. With soft sheltering care do I close thee inside my inner soil. O dear! Let us be gone beyond sex and share, In Libertine hug we should fall into each others garden, With naked foot and heads full of flower we shall be unrest with sensual madness. Come look and be innocent again to suck the Seed of love, To make life an incoherent river.