A PROMISE

Love her the way she is;
The way she will be...
All of tomorrow to kiss
The days of us, the nights of we
Love her in the new
And in the nude and in the nuances
All of me in this is true
Not just try but do the adoration dances
Love her above the belt
Love her below the knee
Love her like a Moor; love her like a Celt
Love her in between... love her, just to be.

EASY EYES

As young as any dawn
You rise,
In these eyes
And they cannot wink a yawn
You are virginal, pure
A flame just lit
A line just writ
Newly burning or wet with allure
You turn and dance anew
The colors amaze
As I catch a gaze
Of humming rays: the rainbow of you
Ageless, it's an unbound beauty; none wrapped as true

WILLINGNESS

Would I work? Would I sweat? Would I slave?
Would I wear surrender with pride, through
All corners of creation, in this now of
Numberless tomorrows. I doubt not... Here
And there indeed I would, as one in love
Is bound, is should. Ah, just is.
For she shaves away, with gentle
(e )motion the melancholy hairs
That spring out upon a past
Face, which is still in
This now of numberless
Nextdays, a lost mask
Laughing at itself
And I cannot hear
The pain of that
Untender cackle
But I recall
The sour
Tears:
The antonyms of bliss, bliss now
Uncountable (h)ours where
I would...

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