Poems of Her
By Sausha Douglas Lovell
Fly free
To cage one so beautiful is a crime beyond
Comprehension.
Rather
I delight in your flight
To have but glimpsed you floating
To have been but a comet winking for a
Short time
In the orbit
Of the star
Of my soul
To but kiss in flight
And part
Romantic love is simply two
People whose neuroses
Compliment each other.
She’s a storm
A hurricane of passion
Dark on the edges
Yet calm at the center
A high pressure front
God please let her strike soon
She rises like the dawn
Sunlight tangled in her hair
The Moon vague in her eyes
Her face is the sun
And inspiration shines
Love fades a viscous rocket
A burst of spring fire
To autumnal rusted leaves
And finally a forlorn winter
With drift memories
Breathless with anticipation I wait
She moves with a smile
Slow with certain deliberate interest
Has anyone seen such poised regal grace
Here she is
Swift her approach is and pointed
All a-twitter my heart pauses
Eyes closed and hopeful
Alas she but hugs and retreats
A thousand times the madness spun.
Around her beauty my mind a cosmic dervish.
Whirling, whirling to wonderful dionysian nausea
A thrill at every turn
Yet still…
A thousand times the madness spins.
Hair like gossamer threads
Eyes that whisper
And a mouth that shines
Atop a neck of purity
Breast of certain purpose
Past the amber savannah of her trunk
To her secret
Cascading down her supple honey smooth
Legs
To feet
Carved by a master from ivory
Of thee I beg let me kiss thy purity
And whisper but a portion of my song to
Your secret
What spark has thou
Ignited in my soul?
Tis a lumbering inferno!
Burning with the sureness
Of the tide.
Scorching my soul as if to
Consume me.
Would thou extinguish but
A cinder?
With the hope…
Of a dream
Of a whisper
Of a vapor of a kiss?
Has she risen anew
To greet the same world
But novel
Shinier the light that is polished
By woe
A luster like hers a pleasure to
View
Luminous to all
Bless the day with your humble
Beauty
For without your glow I cannot
Grow
You are the moon
That moves the tide
Of my soul
Am i to hold back this torrent lest it wash
Thee away
Full though the coffers of love be
The Exchequer of passion that be my fear
Sayeth, “Nay! Thou art impecunious!”
So sit I alone
Forever frugal
Love sticks
Like viscous sand it enters gritty
Leaving chafed under the bed
A cantankerous blistering heat
As if to blind with tears
I’ll stay under the sureness of distance
Thanks
Avian Love
Where hath my purple winged bird flown
Flitting about my mind as she does
Dreamt and soft like down in my thought
Dare I call this heartburn shade my own
I’m aloft and foolish in all my loves
But, thinks I, of love damage wrought
When shall I say
I am enamored with thee
Can I hold slippery time in my palm
Why not as the mercury of verse allowed but
One moment of rigidity
Oh how I ache to speak!
Alas the words find no purchase on my tongue
I will remain forever mute
Cursed in silence lest my shout spook my
Doxy
She’s a thief of smiles
Stealing my moments
We commit larcenous love in
Our pilfered hours
But I’ll be damned if I’ll lock my door
Her hurricane had a heartbeat
A tender tempest
She let slip a deluge of flesh
On my arid lusts
I long to lay in the upshot flowers of her
Summer storm
Watching her fix her hair after…
Touching up her makeup
Standing naked and flushed in my mirror
Is the best part of sex
