Swimming in a sea
Of red mercury
A café'
Where the ocean
Of life
Teams with the
Beauty made
From millions
Of years
And nights
Of making love
To fashion
All of those
Before me.
One wrapped
In cotton candy
Pink,
Topped with
Silken locks
Of gold,
Punctuated
With sapphires
For eyes…
She is so much
More than
She seems,
She is full
Of dancing
Grace,
The place
Where her
Self-consciousness
Melts away
Into the
Rhythms spun
In the sky
Of mercury,
Where wooden
Boards
Beneath her
Feet,
Slide slick,
But blur
With the forgetting
That you
Are actually
Having
A good time.
She is but one,
And there
Are nearly
Fifty before me.
Red hair
In ringlets
Black flowing
Clothes
Over fine
Form,
Poised
For the dance.
Copper fire
Pulled back
To show her face
Fine skin,
Burgundy crushed
Velvet for covering,
And devouring
Her savory
Meal.
British lilt,
Sweet disposition,
And warm eyes,
He melts me
And I do
Anything
To keep him
Speaking to me.
Short cut hair
She hugs me,
And I die
To have her arms
Around me
Her smile
Like rows
Of pearls of
The sea,
Her joy to see
Me,
Melts me.
She introduces
Her beloved,
Lips as delicious
As candied apples,
And they look
Luscious,
Good for kissing,
And I envy
Her as
I envy him,
They are
Beautiful
Together.
I used to tell
People
That they were
As likely
To meet a Physicist
At my parties
As they would
A homeless person
Who was a poet.
It was meant
Hypothetically,
And then
Mercury delivered
Him to me,
Eyes sparkling
Like a stormy
Sea,
And like a well
Loved book,
Battered,
Beautiful,
And incredible
Stories
Between the
Covers…
I dreamed him
First,
Before ever
Laying eyes
On him.
Grandmother
Of poetry,
Dressed in shades
Of the sky,
Horn rimmed glasses,
The age of
The ages,
But when she
Speaks,
Utters the words
Of her craft,
Her voice
Sexy,
Raspy silk…
When you close
Your eyes
And listen
To her tones,
Her age
Matters not,
She will melt
You.
And on
And so on…
Fifty refrains,
I could go on,
About the
Sea of humanity
In the red
Ocean
Of the Mercury.
