Having removed almost all of your clothes;
clad only in a pair of pantyhose---
sheer, suntan, reinforced around the toes---
you prove that verse can fail, as much as prose,
to trace your beauty in words of precision.
(Alas, with flesh, the clumsiest condition
obtains.) I know my poor lines cannot measure
the verve of this private experience:
but, to the ultimate degrees of pleasure
you take me---well beyond mere sound and sense,
far past the reach of all . . . but ecstasy.
For that, I thank you, Lady Certainly.
Starward
[jlc]
sweet poem of love
sweet poem of love
ron parrish
Thank you very much, sir.
Thank you very much, sir.
Seryddwr