New Love

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.

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