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Swan Song II

Updated on October 20, 2009

Swan Song.

©-MFB III

 


 

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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    • Jess Killmenow profile image

      Jess Killmenow 7 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

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

    • Randy Behavior profile image

      Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

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