So innocently charming
The lips that you pout
In anger, in storm
On my mirror
And earth...
Like the bee that drone within
Your charm makes a clockwork salsa.
You call the doped colors of
The illustrated lanes…
And lull the hallucinated panthers
For the ethereal moon-dance.
But I, swear by the dust and dirt
that would ever dress the highway,
And the mud that would make your God
I see before my eyes
A draped analysis.
2 comments:
So visual....I could actually visualize your lines taking shape before my eyes......'I see before my eyes/ a draped analysis'-- the exact feel of your poem....
The images some how reminded me of Colerigde's Kubla Khan.
Surreal,yet mystic.
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