Your love strings gems,
perfectly petalled pearls
to compliment my
throat. Its necklace
encircles the hollows
where my pulse keeps
time to the breath
which was Your first good gift.
My value increases,
thus dressed – for,
draped with Your signature,
I become who I was
designed to be, on
Jeweller’s best letterhead.
Your love christens me
beautiful,
rosebud ravishing;
my spirit thirsts for
more of this untamed
and magnificent Lover,
whose extravagance
strings gems.
You let it all hang out,
nouns, idioms,
dangling participles,
taking a chance on
.
the conventions of language
to underscore your point.
Your openness spills ink
onto life’s crumpled
.
pages. Your transparency
builds a story line,
romantic innuendoes
of historical significance
.
which weave complexities,
nuances of tone and metaphor,
smudges of graphite
on lines yet un-penned.
Shoemaker’s toolbox,
Cinderella’s destiny -
Birth of a Lady
*
Lady’s Slipper shaking off her hibernation…
Fanciful fireworks
arcing green against
an early summer sun,
exploding with raw energy
.
while dazzling with bursts
of neon independence,
rebellion lit by pyrotechnics
of a slow-burning spring’s
.
impetus. Roman candles
ablaze with purpose and
passion, sparklers declaring
a living soul rising;
.
I ooh and aah at your
display, for I know that
this show of bravado
just might ignite – me.
Pre-dating perfume,
she’s poised to open herself -
burgeoning lilac
Light is ribbons,
passion,
life
in waves and swirls
to tie
our hearts
to
hope.
His moves push all her buttons.
He is a master
at manipulating her tears,
making them pawns in a complicated game of
more take than give,
more check than mate.
