Here they are again —
These swooshword glorychimes
Swirlywhirling my mindfire's
Marblely-garblely moon-zoned spirit flames,
Tickly-tackling tongue-twisting brain-tilting rhythmswings
Like these wing-singing windsong cometstreaks
You make me dream,
Even as you catch me gently sleek-touching
Your elegantly rounded shoulder's rose-of-heaven skin
Within my laughter-prancing visionary passionscapes —
Never meant to be cloud-round bluesky real
Merely
A capricious poet's lighthearted vagabond wanderings
A
Fleeting moment's pristine aesthetic dalliance
A
Velvetfingered mindflash appreciation
Of your
Astonishing seal-sleek pulse-pumping
Be-generous-janourous Junesong nature-gifts
In the
Flower-showering red and yellow Springtime
Of your life.
How bewitchingly you awaken these open-eyed
Jingle-swinging mind-toppling reveries
As you gracefully sit and dine
Numinously illumined in captivating smiles and glowing curves,
You the model ideal and dream
A refulgent angel-vision
Opalescent in rainbow wisps and vibrant hues
Chatting and shimmering as if you didn't even know
The intoxicated beautymadness
You incite in one like me,
The tweekly-sparkling blaze-blaring bonfires you enkindle
The fever-flaring dream-musics twirly-whirling aswirly-wild
In pealing chimes and dizzily-spiraling moonsongs —
All properly self-contained of course in suits and gowns
Ticklely-tuckled napkins Chinablue plates and white-tablecloth words
Discreetly neutered and decorously burnished to fit
Our lambent candlelight tinkle-tingling crystal-glass occasion —
But God
How your magical
Slow motion movements
Arching lines and curvaceous waveslopes
Tripple-whip/trip-me-up galore,
Especially when you savor-sip red wine
Mischievously glance my way
And flash-peek dartly-quick to me
A pink tip-tongue promise
Within your utterly bedazzling
Diamond-gleaming glisten-smile!
