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?
