His voice echoed inside his head
He was surprised at what it said
But this image emitted a radiance
- Elated to daydream in this way -
He continued to recall her in red
She made his stomach flip and fly
When morning brought her in a red
Blazer and black shirt unbuttoned
Down enough to expose some skin
And blending with her brilliant hair -
When she smiled her teeth beamed
And eyes illuminated as a full moon
In June when the flowers are in bloom
- Scents from the enchanted garden
Where he pictured her standing beside
The tree which stood so straight & tall
With a whiskey barrel at the bottom
Overflowing with geraniums & pansies
In the ivy and flowered ground covering
She was fenced in with the organic life;
Poetry and daydreams granted by grace
And he pondered upon her face - in study
He devoured her with his eyes as a painter
Pours over the subject w/ intense scrutiny
And then splurges emotion in expression
- An art centered around beauty and love -
From her black skirt which complimented
Her absolute and dazzling petite, full figure
Black pantyhose caressed slender calves
And toned thighs that captivated his eyes
Until the energy exploded like death stars
In infinite space beyond the sky blue sky;
She slipped off her black high heeled shoes
And curled her toes to dig into green grass -
He didn't care if he saw his past lovers again
Compelled to dream of her divine presence -
Daydreams of his Suzanne Malveaux in red
Writing poems on money to get her in a bed
Sunday June 10, 2007
Best of the Roses,
John French mystrawhat.com
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