PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I like to watch the strands of earliest morning light
play over your long sleep-gown and wild hair;
as---just below that ground-length opaque hem---your bare
feet (coyly teasing me, as always) pass
across and through the freshly dew-drenched summer grass.
Rome, under Nero, is a viper's lair.
And I am happy to have found pleasant exile
from there.  The joy of your Ephesian smile,
uncomplicated Gospel faith and casual style
(along with that chaste, untouched innocence
you shyly shared with me in first experience---
for both of us---our sparkling wedding night)
are, after tortured years of trivial scholars' strife,

reality, and poetry, and life.
 
Starward
 
[jlc]