Rock played on the stereo;
Intimacy was certain.
Outside the gales did come and go,
In the heat of the suburban summer;
Your ravishing, legs of white
Upon the pillow lay.
I was astonished with your majestic sight,
And absorbed in the beauty of the transcendental, golden day.
Upon your bed of daisies, the marigolds and the rose,
You smiled at me with a pining gaze;
(The curtain you did close.)
You took me with your delicate ways,
And kissed me as the moon arose.
Then night came with its ardent fire.
The blue room was tossed as a ship,
Surrounded by billows of a fiery desire.
I swallowed the wines of your scarlet, wet lip
In a passionate embrace
Devoid of all laments,
That was solemn and deep,
As I looked at your face,
And entered the sanctity of your interior tents:
Your soft, sacred enclaves where the angels still weep.
John Zwerenz
Upon your bed of daisies, the marigolds and the rose,
You smiled at me with a pining gaze;
(The curtain you did close.)
You took me with your delicate ways,
And kissed me as the moon arose.
Then night came with its ardent fire.
The blue room was tossed as a ship,
Surrounded by billows of a fiery desire.
I swallowed the wines of your scarlet, wet lip
In a passionate embrace
Devoid of all laments,
That was solemn and deep,
As I looked at your face,
And entered the sanctity of your interior tents:
Your soft, sacred enclaves where the angels still weep.
John Zwerenz
