Saturday, October 18, 2008
Eyes dilate in wild abandon
(But no more than two, only mine)
When you sashay down this condemned portion.
We are the same: face, skin, body
But you are queer, exotic
Enough to inflame my carnal cravings.
This revelation must keep your hair aglow all the way.
In the dark where your lust will find you a lay,
I will find you,
Stealing thunder up where you aspired to have
Slid the rainbow,
Whispering “Dream on!” while mimicking
Your ear’s invisible cattleya, smiling with arms akimbo.
May the room full of murmurs
Echo for the gods’ gift a piece of my sanity—
“You wish: fancies are free.”