Enfolding Tightly Your Sweet Pert Breasts
When you departed,
You thought I would be devastated,
But it was a great night singing poetry
To empty flower vases that remembered the reflection
Of your beautiful face as well as I remembered it.
Oh, to see again your black Italian hair
Dream-like wavy caressing your neck
And your black blouse enfolding tightly
Your sweet pert breasts that spoke to me
In exotically elegant, secret languages!
Every time I ever saw you,
I was Empire State Building high and about to cry,
Your goddess-like eyes hypnotized me
Like a gypsy campfire consuming mystic spells.
Even when you’re gone, it’s with you I dwell.
I am devastated but devastated by your presence
That ever lingers in a room like expensive French perfume.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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