i approach the contours of this poem
as though petitioning a feminine form,
standing beside a telephone pole
under a misty neon night-
her face bejeweled with lipstick and mascara,
her hair reflecting moonlit strands of inspired design …
gypsy moths orbit the sun of her aura,
as her voluptuous verse beckons my soul-
words spill onto the parchment pavement
through syllables of quintessential nature,
creatively arousing the flora of her poetic lips
and the movement of my artistic hands
all for idea, motif and method:
lifting the skirt of this poem’s undress …
Sheila
it moves
Lin
Regis
Love it
Steph
Ron
Newfie hugs, Rose
Fee
Hugs,
Marcia
Cheers,
Dan
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Take care,
Sherry
No mortal can resist her charms,
Only sorcery shall allow release
turning the tide on your captured soul.
Once caught in her tangled web
finding freedom to lift that skirt of a poem's undress,
to find mortal pleasures within poetic madness
entwined beneath an enlightened voluptuous volcano
Bewitched and be aware,
Of the trappings of the night,
for fatal pleasures can grab
manly desires and turn the night into day!
I guess I needed to respond to this poem of solicitation...
Watch out for her, you never know where you will end up!
I loved this poem, Jude, can you tell?
Much love, light and peace,
Amber "V"
Sage