(SR) LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
ON
the
LOVE
the poet experienced
AT
the
FIRST SIGHT
of
Sally Cinnamon
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
A virgin to Eros & his sighs,
What spectral seconds shake the waking soul,
Hearing a lute-string’d, aether-seeking call,
I turn’d to see her lusty, stardust eyes.
My eagle-lash’d Latvian poetess,
My pearl-eyed raven in her Persian dress,
My Spanish pea-hen spangling as she comes,
My nude Numidian banging djembe drums.
Like mountain men & archipelagos,
Or young sweethearts sniffing a first red rose,
Like money men glimpsing a glint of gold,
Or distant kin resurfac’d at the fold;
We are the music of the finches green,
We are two pussies purring by a fire,
We are the fragrance of a vernal scene,
We are two frogs full throated with desire.
We are the thistle of this bonnie land,
We are two rabbits sprinting cross the glen,
We are the seaweed strewn on sedge & sand,
We are two badgers snuggled in their den.
Like songbirds witnessing the world’s first dawn,
Or parents proud who’ll coo their babe’s first yawn,
Like virgins witness to the breast expos’d,
Or an exploring of the always clos’d;
We are morning in the Tuscan enclaves,
We are night on the Sea of Galilee,
We are swans, out gliding on the white waves,
For we are one in nature, you & me.
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