Swan Song II

Swan Song.




I am breathless

as she sweeps

most figuratively

against my feet,


I tumble head over heels


when she crosses


the other side of the room,

hips sway, her derierre shifts in time,

like a metronome, hypnotic I gaze

all other eyes glued like sleep dirt

on her entrance,


in her ardent march through society

the purr in perfection,

flawless like a diamond in the flesh,

many faceted and splendid

beyond a fumbling poets words,

platinum hair, ruby lips,

cleavage worth getting into, in depth

eyes that would rouse

a two million year old pharoh's wrap,

ancient linen rising like a scepter

mid lap, a rolled parchment tribute,

flawless skin, perfect smile,

her voice a lilting harp,

strung in the key of Gee!

her bare shoulders manuever

without touching through the crowd,

lovely head nodding at the guest,

long curvateous gams flex as she tiptoes

to plant a kiss on

the luckiest man in the room,

me, as I breathe in her sweet nectar...........




....................and wake up to


the scent of honeysuckles

freshly bloomed on the bush


outside my window,

one small pleasant bonus

in my imperfect world.


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Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

Ahhh, such sweet adoration. None better than from a poet.

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Jess Killmenow 7 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

From such dreams both poems and realities are sprung. Thank you

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