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From The Diary Of A Lover Maddened With Your Beauty
Paean
In woods more dark than the
darkest dungeon
I languish—lost,
alone, besieged with doubt
entreating oracles like King Creon—
imprisoned in this damned self made dungeon
great Apollo, hear my humble paean
prostrate before your temple gate—devout
I plead to escape this hellish dungeon
where night is darker than the blackest doubt.
From a
Distance the Impressions of a Voyeur
Lurid in silver moonlight,
your shape on the wave washed dune,
an enchanted, ancient sprite,
captures me in the moonlight.
Your song like some bird of night,
an encompassing monsoon,
enticing in the moonlight
your dance on the wave washed dune.
All The
Things You Are
You are the one who rocks
my soul with love;
Your tempting smile replaces tedium.
You are tender as a stalk of foxglove—
None but you shakes my core with shocks of love.
My sprite, you are my ball and chain—by
Jove!
You are my blossom, my Spring trillium;
In summer, fall or winter my sweet love
Your fictive wink replaces tedium.
Like
Moonshine
The nectar of your kiss
Lingers on my warm lips
I am drowned in our bliss!
The nectar of our kiss,
roaring ocean abyss,
intense, like an eclipse,
your aphrodisiac kiss,
aggressive on my lips.
Triolet
Vive la
Différence
Being différent
is art
yet, the dance must have some class;
true, tango makes you look smart.
Oh yes, différence is art!
But, beware, oh faint of heart,
too différent makes an ass;
because différence is art
invent a dance with some sass
