Swan Song II
I am breathless
as she sweeps
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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