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To A Strange Lass

Dear strange lass,
I know you are there
Wafting with the southern gale
Coruscating a subtle enigma
Maybe, not too subtle
For when I see you
I'll know everything
Is laid in there
In your open palms
Withholding the erratic flight
Of a tacit butterfly,
And the stashed grandiosity
Among callow moths
And vapid star lights.

Do you have a patrician smile
Or a languid beam of wry?
Will you bend a soigné one
With a mammoth credence
And a hummingbird decadence?
Do you have a face
That cradles a labyrinth
Worthy to be traversed
By these cold famished feet?

Do you have a statuesque line,
Or a rendour body,
Or a bosomy frame
Teeming with so much heart?
Do you dance with the fireflies
With the elegance
Of a feral danseuse?
Does your body invite a soul
Like a scorching aperitif
Into a secret garden
In the least carnal inebriation?

Do you care
If I can only care too little
About your morning breath
Or your bed hair?
Do you posses the redolence
That makes on love the dawn late
And tether a soul to a pillowcase?
Do you have lazy tresses
In black, auburn, or russet
With strands lacing to
A somnolent poetry?

Do you read poetries
Or fabricate one in your head?
Would you read one to me?
Would you read mine
And find a riveted man
In a labyrinthine tale?
Would you make one
And divulge your light
To cast your shadows?

Do you drink, do you smoke?
Do you do it for the stroke
Of life, of death?
Do you wake the mirror
From sleeping in a vulnerable place?
Do you traverse the sea, the sky?
Do you winnow the sailing
Of unfettered cries?

Do you suffer in small talks
Or maneuver like a queen
In every picturesque scene?
Would you endure me
And my impertinent reclusion,
And my glassine frailty
Against a surfeit of svelte abandons?

Dear stranger lass,
Do you posses a pendulant penchant
For sincerety? Or blarney?
Would you let me try
And pry
To haul you from the fumes
Of vapidity or vanity
And extend a hand
In the veil of estrange ignorance
And hesitance?

Dear stranger lass,
I am a multitude of fractions
With coercions, from coercions
And I am an empire
And I can pour it on to you
If you would let me
Take you to take me.

Dear stranger lass,
Pray tell, do you have
A name or a face?
And if not
Can you be that old
Same familiar place?

poem by Norman Santos
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