The Look of Love

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I saw you pass by
On the other side
Of the road

And I thought you
Beautiful
With the sun all golden
In your golden hair

Since then I’ve looked
For you everywhere
Till I began to think
That you were only

A figment of my
Fertile imagination
The ultimate in the
Unobtainable dream

Yet now you’re here
My dream’s come true
And you look at me
As I first looked at you

A Brief Encounter

Tamara de LempickaI had the perfect dress once. It was forest green, a supple jersey material, which embraced me in its warmth. The neck was scalloped, and it was mid-calf in length, with sleeves that stopped six inches above my wrists. It flowed in a smooth sweep from my shoulders, with nothing to interrupt the purity of its line, and it hugged me like a lover. The skirt was full. If I picked it up by the hems, I could lift my arms up above my shoulders. If I twirled around and sank down on the carpet, it spread around me like the petals of a flower.

I paired it with a triangular, peach-colored shawl I had crocheted, and I wore it with the point aiming down my right arm and the ends crossed over my left shoulder. On my feet I wore little black suede pumps, all rounded toes and high heels; they looked as if they’d been made for me. A matching purse with a gold chain shoulder strap and two pairs of gold earrings completed my ensemble. I had brushed my hair until it shone like spun gold, and with lips painted coral and sexy sunglasses perched on my nose, I was ready to face the world.

This may sound like a lot of work, but when I’m getting ready to go out, my costume du jour is an important part of the armor I wear to protect myself. At any rate, the reward for all my efforts came later that afternoon. I was strolling along, when I met a couple walking arm-in-arm. We smiled and nodded and passed each other by, and then the man called out to me, “Oh, miss, my wife and I love your look!”. I thanked them and walked on, day completely made. That was at least 15 years ago, and I’ve no memory of what happened to the dress, but even now, when I remember those words, I smile.

(Originally published December 12, 2009, on seeing a young lady with a very put-together look.)

Everyday Love

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We ate dinner in
The garden tonight ~

The candles were
Almost as bright
As the fireflies ~
And the air was
Like warm silk
Upon my skin ~

There was chicken ~
Redolent with herbs ~
And a light crisp
White wine ~ crusty
Bread ~ and tomatoes
Still warm from
The sun ~

We talked with
Our eyes ~
Exchanging the
Occasional buttery
Kiss ~ or tasty morsel ~

We made a memory ~
And I cherish its
Very ordinariness ~

We have had our
High spots and
Our lows ~

But truly it is days
Like this ~ that
Knit the strands of
Our lives together ~

End of Days

Photographic fantasy of blue clocks floating through space

I have been
Thinking lately ~
Of the inexorable
March of days ~

While in the distance ~
On the far horizon ~
The answer to the
Final question ~
Shimmers with
Breathless promise ~

Beckoning me to
Speed my steps ~
Toward that
Elusive goal ~

But I am wiser
Than I was ~
And I will
Let my destiny
Claim me
When it will ~

And I will let
My future flow ~
Play out my
Chosen role ~

Until I
Am no more ~

The Joker

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I’ve seen the fall
And know the position
Of every card in your
Colorful deck ~

Do you really imagine
Your trickery fools me ~
It’s clear in your eyes
You’re in over your head ~

God help me ~ an
Innocent ~ caught in the
Crossfire ~ helpless and
Frightened ~ a pawn for
The sacrifice ~

You should be grateful ~
Cruelty to children
Is not in my nature ~
And later you will be
Though you hate me now ~

Lucky for you that you’ve
Come to the right place ~
And luckier still that I’m
Feeling generous ~

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Now shall we discuss the
Saving of you ~ and I will
Decide on my price ~ and
You if you’re willing to pay ~

Don’t look so downhearted
You may like my terms ~
But then after all
What else can you say ~

So what will it be
My fine young friend ~
Come give me a kiss
To seal our bargain ~

You may tell me later ~
If you think it was
Worth your while ~
Let us begin ~

 

 

The Hardest Lesson

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A wave of love and
Longing washes over me ~
It’s been so long
Since last I held you
In my arms ~

My world ended
In a moment ~
But that moment
Has gone on forever ~
Though you have not ~

We speak of death
As if it were an entity ~
It is not kind or cruel
As the case may be ~
But only the cessation ~
Of this phase of life ~

The breath is stilled
The heart will beat no more ~
The fleshly envelope
Has given up its
Animating spirit ~

One learns to speak of the
Beloved in the past tense ~
But is it right to say
I ‘loved’ him ~ when I
Love him still ~

The busywork of death
Can be distracting ~
But ritual can take you
Just so far ~

I’ve had to learn
To live without you ~
I’m learning still ~

Troubadour

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Fingertips ~ he
Draws me in ~
And captivates me ~

The yearning in the
Notes ~ that pour forth
From his instrument ~
Warms my chilly bones ~

For of them all it is
The violin that slays me ~
There is some haunting
Quality in its strings ~

I think that violins
Must be ~ where
The purist souls go ~
When they die ~