The Annunciation Will Be a Show of Screens

 

The periwinkle-winged Angel of C---------, the most rare and beautiful.

Bliss and Burn

So sunny and the bright blue above flooded everything in gold.

She was graduating and wanted to come over 

for a swim and sunbathe to celebrate.

Her white bikini soaked up sunlight and my eyes as she dove in.

Her tan skin glowed like shaded pearl.

While sunning she asked me to apply

lotion to her legs and back when she turned over.

My hands explored her firm softness and rose

slowly up her legs to thighs and ascending rise

to two perfect hemispheres covered by chaste cloth. 

How much I wished to tuck in that cloth and explore

those glorious hemispheres with my hands,

my head aswim in sweet sap but...  

I burned pleasurably but was never burnt. 

 

Fortunata

 

Celestial Skin

The sky of your radiant skin

is the beginning of sense...

Constellation of moles

from above lip to neck

to shoulder to breast

settling at the small

of your back 

my horoscope.

The Lookout

A stoic Dutch captain hung himself at the helm.

The Lookout was reading an account of the assassination

of Louis, Duc D'Orléans by John the Fearless to repel

stifling heat as the river's course took them. 

His soaked brow's menace aroused a targeted smack.

A mosquito's quelled and The Lookout's sucked blood

mingles with sweat dyeing his forehead blanched red.

He thought of the Duc D'Orléans' severed hand. 

This branche cadette kindled flame, 

nearly torching his elder's frame.

 

Méta

Lilies bow to the Persian Princess   

on a Divan vast as Deserts.

Sun's fond gold strokes her face.

Rain showers diamonds 

ornamenting the 

wake of her footfall.

Méta's soul both fathomless 

and epidermal,

heart and mind harmonious,

keeps true to all senses.

St. Candida of Garona