Wednesday, August 10, 2011

A Sweet Poem from Someone Who Once Loved Me

July 2
  • For Paula



    Parked, a small sub-compact

    to the side of the dark byway.

    Parked, like teenagers two,

    Tho their twenties they’re well into;

    Destined in fact for their respective nestling homes.



    Parked in near-pure innocent delight,

    Though dawdling thru *the Darling Buds of May* - -

    Yes, Tulips too, but face is most to face.

    Peach fuze fine and yee-lashes of lace:

    to sate the scentifaction of the chaste.



    So alive and glowing,

    The reserve of the yearning,

    Love in taste blooms,

    Blush in face consumes.



    Ten + 20 + 50 minutes slow - -



    Could she sense my affection was

    Starved, that night so long ago?

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