Fauno Barberini or Drunken Satyr at the Glyptothek in Munich, Germany. |
I sat airing daring
my onions and sardines
chasing coffee with tonic with lemon
at this little cafe in early afternoon Sun
it was a kind of pilfered daylight leaning place
cobblestones and patina marble, old bones
old cities display when working the divine rights
calendrical solemnities, clocks bending pleasing
forwards and backwards with each life eased in ...
I stare at their approach
their sweet elixir
candy cotton spin mixer
flicks of their hair
and the personal
safety of my dragon soul
is in danger, dagger sharp
to a soft heart ...
stupor loop heard herd dream here
I swear I ate enough bread
and licked the salt off Her skin
before the wine kicked in ...
I am dressed
or rather
on fire
paraded
shade is an angled geometric crawl
I reach into their passing scent
Doppler kelp giggle spills
from a conversation
I am open to this fantasy here where the poem ends :
there are two maidens laughing
looking at my horns
saying to themselves
just maybe we can see
and we do so agree
how it may be snowing
at the beach in your eyes ...
EJR ©
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ReplyDeleteI don't know what you are drinking, but pour me a cup as this poetry is sensually filled with delicious images.
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