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
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poem by Norman Santos
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