I am breathless
as she sweeps
most figuratively
into fates allotted space.
tumbling head over heels,
when she crosses the room,
wonder painted on my face.
Hips swaying like a metronome,
shifting in time … hypnotic I gaze
along with all the other eyes
glued like sleep dirt
on her grand entrance,
in her ardent march
through society.
Chorus-
She’s the purr in perfection,
a flawless diamond
lost among the coals
multi-faceted and splendid
beyond a fumbling
poets useless word
that ever stumbled
from his soul....
from his soul.......
Platinum blond hair
and ruby lips,
and eyes that would rouse
two million-year-old Pharaoh’s wrap,
ancient linen rising like a scepter.
Porcelain skin,
and a perfect smile,
her voice a lilting harp,
strung in the key of Gee!
Instrumental-
Her bare shoulders maneuver
without touching the crowd,
lovely head nodding at each guest,
as her long legs flex
into a tiptoed stretch
to plant a kiss on
the luckiest man
in the room,
And it's me,
as I breathe
in her sweet nectar.....
then suddenly I
wake up to the
scent of honeysuckles
freshly bloomed
on the bush outside
my open window.
She’s the purr in perfection,
a flawless diamond
lost among the coals
multi-faceted and splendid
beyond a fumbling
poets useless word
that ever stumbled
from his soul....
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III-
©-2020
