virtuoso
08-15-2013, 12:51 PM
Standing in the wings, on the periphery
of her cultivated world, inhibited only by
station and space, my head slowly spins
into her orbit, my eye lids twitch nervously,
my titillated ears vibrate, my hands tremble,
inner being disassembles, kneeling in deep
contrition, my flattering pose, covered by
plebeian skin, without merit or standing,
not in her purview, goes unnoticed.
Straining to capture a meaningful memento
of her regal essence, if but a quick glance,
token gesture, two or three words spoken
in jest, but, alas, no comely features with
which to attract even a passing stare.
Shriveling in her presence, my net value
laid bare. On my crown, a matted toupee,
a disheveled mound of bristled fibers.
No sterling jewelry to sparkle in her
turquoise eyes. On my wrist, a cheap
sports watch with a plastic band. My
colloquial speech contains no majestic
refrain, her delicate drums to tap, and
no rhythmic cadence, her cochlear bands
to serenade. Enwrapping my taut
form, the trappings of a commoner.
No velvet suit or silk cuffs, her refined
fingers to address; no cashmere
slacks, only a stiff pair of unpleated
Dockers to brush up against her
glimmering, polished legs. But, at
my lowly base, a pair of Dolce &
Gabanna wingtips, exuding a waxy
shine, casting an enthralling glare,
a magical spell with which to cloud
her discerning eyes, and to dissuade
her genteel mind. With one lengthy
stride, I introduce my intentions. Her
condescending eyes now peel away
my pretentious threads, and, with an
outstretched hand, beckons me to
her side, presses me against her
throbbing bosom. The lurid dance
begins, ending only after the darkness
filters the floss of my wingtips from
her dilated eyes.
Side Effects of Love
Your rosebush teamed with blossoms
I pruned your entreating limbs
Your fragrance drew me closer
To the prickly thorns
A dodoitsu to warn the beguiled groom.
Mysterious Bride
anteroom shrouds mystery
mirror glints alter ego
groom stands in shadow
hoping mask to sheer
A dodoitsu to serenade the mysterious bride.
Love
Leaving the nest
On fealty's breast
Voluptuous crest
Eleusinian test
An acrostic poem on love.
My Aging Wife
as aged-wine's flavor does grow
many girdles graced your cask
as short shelf life of apples
your rotting core stinks
A final dodoitsu on your aging wife.
of her cultivated world, inhibited only by
station and space, my head slowly spins
into her orbit, my eye lids twitch nervously,
my titillated ears vibrate, my hands tremble,
inner being disassembles, kneeling in deep
contrition, my flattering pose, covered by
plebeian skin, without merit or standing,
not in her purview, goes unnoticed.
Straining to capture a meaningful memento
of her regal essence, if but a quick glance,
token gesture, two or three words spoken
in jest, but, alas, no comely features with
which to attract even a passing stare.
Shriveling in her presence, my net value
laid bare. On my crown, a matted toupee,
a disheveled mound of bristled fibers.
No sterling jewelry to sparkle in her
turquoise eyes. On my wrist, a cheap
sports watch with a plastic band. My
colloquial speech contains no majestic
refrain, her delicate drums to tap, and
no rhythmic cadence, her cochlear bands
to serenade. Enwrapping my taut
form, the trappings of a commoner.
No velvet suit or silk cuffs, her refined
fingers to address; no cashmere
slacks, only a stiff pair of unpleated
Dockers to brush up against her
glimmering, polished legs. But, at
my lowly base, a pair of Dolce &
Gabanna wingtips, exuding a waxy
shine, casting an enthralling glare,
a magical spell with which to cloud
her discerning eyes, and to dissuade
her genteel mind. With one lengthy
stride, I introduce my intentions. Her
condescending eyes now peel away
my pretentious threads, and, with an
outstretched hand, beckons me to
her side, presses me against her
throbbing bosom. The lurid dance
begins, ending only after the darkness
filters the floss of my wingtips from
her dilated eyes.
Side Effects of Love
Your rosebush teamed with blossoms
I pruned your entreating limbs
Your fragrance drew me closer
To the prickly thorns
A dodoitsu to warn the beguiled groom.
Mysterious Bride
anteroom shrouds mystery
mirror glints alter ego
groom stands in shadow
hoping mask to sheer
A dodoitsu to serenade the mysterious bride.
Love
Leaving the nest
On fealty's breast
Voluptuous crest
Eleusinian test
An acrostic poem on love.
My Aging Wife
as aged-wine's flavor does grow
many girdles graced your cask
as short shelf life of apples
your rotting core stinks
A final dodoitsu on your aging wife.