Posted by Windstorm (aka Seapoet) on 5/17/2002, 7:59 pm Your eyes drew a window on my heart So now you know... If only there had been time for tea And I shall tip this red wine © Arlene Longson May 17/2002
A black drapery opens a blue sky
and the morning sings of french vanilla.
Peppermint sprigs sprinkle my morning table
and a bouquet of buttercups curtsy the breeze.
and you saw my subterfuge.
The bees escape from my smallest portals.
and their buzz lets go my secrets.
and buttered oysters on the shucked sands.
My soul blusters and churns out the spoils
of the dusking embers of my "long for you" day.
as the chirping birds diminish
with the gradations of the folding sun.
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