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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 5, 2021 18:52:29 GMT -6
Black Madonna Eyes
Blue jeaned honey drop of heaven Prances busily as a bee A coffee wielding Calypso Dips with precocious posterior Posed behind cashier lass So while she rings him up His eyes feel the urgency Of her crescent moonrise
He feels the same excitement When as a kid in New Orleans He built a fire to explode oyster shells And her luster is that of mother of pearl But her eyes dark as the Black Madonna Painted in a Polish monastery Where mysteries find a foothold To climb the mountain of solitude Upon whose summit marriage waits On a night when the air heavy with coffee
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Post by simpledip on Apr 6, 2021 23:09:04 GMT -6
"But her eyes dark as the Black Madonna Painted in a Polish monastery Where mysteries find a foothold"
He sighs at the sight captivated by the moment,
a pause before the flower blooms...
a breath held before the kiss of ecstasy arrives.
Bows deeply.
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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 7, 2021 2:17:39 GMT -6
Dip, a huge thanks for your poetic reply. You really got my poem perfectly. I appreciate your deeply felt reply very much. John
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