You put on your new love
like some new luxurious robe
finely-spun in Orient--soft satin textures
stroke your skin in huge caress, whispering promise
of nights of love & bright moments by the deep
breath of the ocean,
you walk to the mirror in your chamber bower,
& watch your reflection glance back at you--nude
skin blossoming like dew-drenched petals & arabesques
which bespeak transformation of your world
into one green garden of wonder & delight,
you smile & take a deep breath. . .
then you walk away from other ancient garments,
hanging worn & dusty in the dark recesses
of your heart.