Her shadow is all what he saw
and he drew her
shading her beautiful body
with a body paint.
Serpentine curves
towards her abdomen
with a brownish touch.
Reminded me
of those beautiful colombian rivers,
with brown sand and silt
having those beautiful curves
less those tiny gorges.
Her wavering hair
like those short tributaries
in directions, south west.
Nearing her chest
reminded me
of those shady trees,
slanting slightly into.
Depth of this breath taking art
gave me a sudden eagerness
to meet this divine soul.
Her eyelashes here
like tiny dark blue fishes
seen unmoving on these clear
slow moving river waters.
Mesmerizing indeed
so did this charming eternal beauty.
A shadow is all what he wanted.
Gracious artistic! Awakened here.
Might have seemed inescapable
to her shadow even.
O! divine woman!

There she sits behind the telephones,
Welcoming staff with a smile
As they climb to the second floor
Or pass on along the corridors of power.
Smartly dressed in the latest cheap fashions,
Freckled face hidden behind mascara and
Powder.

Sorting and distributing the mail
She gets to know the residents,
Their desks and personalities:
The sick, unhappy, widowed,
Lonely, humorous and lecherous
Trustworthy, wholesome and shy.
The young lads looking for a date.

Pretty women with tales of love.
And those who remained single,
Some with bitterness and jealousy
Others contented.
It was a daily journey into adulthood,
The rituals and rules of the working
World.

Then there was Frank who delivered
The mail.
Salacious, rough and roguish,
And Kathy the tea lady
Who showed a breast or two
To the boys.
Somehow out of this cacophony
I found my Roger.

Love Mary **

one more love in me... mostly ghost pomp
and lavender nocturnes.
my hands cannot grasp -
the very thing I would have first.
but in this Life,
I am asking for your hand.

immersed

i open the wound to see the reason i would want to see that.
and keep eating my ham and cheese. woolgathering in the hemisphere of my own paleolithic emotional diet.
i brought the nuts.