autumn days’ benign deception

red   gold   orange   brown
look – each leaf falling becomes
a brash butterfly

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

taking a break while raking leaves

lying on dry leaves
I sense the bittersweet scent
of age and decline

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setting the scene

how portray it?
– exquisite tremors
– thrilling surge
– swaying of fruit on the branch
and how describe
the effects engendered?
– in my eyes  shock waves of butterflies
– in the heart  frenzied excitement
– in the body  an amorous swelling
oh how much   love   how much it pleases me
when you jiggle your breasts that way
and your hips   your buttocks   oh

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

metamorphoses

I watch the sun rise in the East
the fiery sphere troubles my vision
but what I really see is every
palpable curve of your body
bother turns to joy

in the garden the first Spring rose
ensnares me    the scent
of the rosebush entangles me
but what captivates me in truth
is your sweet dewy bloom  and now
I’m a bee laden with pollen

from the bowl I take some pomegranates
in my hand the firm sweetness lies
but what I feel myself touching
is the honeyed delight of your breasts
dreams change to sighs

on the cheek  night-walking breezes kiss me
but what I really sense is
your silken hair    sighs turn into
ceaseless longing    through the window
I can make out stars

the clarity of the starlight stings my soul
but what pierces through me is
the brightness of your eyes
they don’t let me rest even in my dreams
you love   dear love   each day there’s not a time
when I don’t think of you

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these few precious days

in motley now   trees
will soon cavort uncovered
with the rowdy wind

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autumn ritual

in their red clay pot
basil plants bow in the breeze
perfuming sunset

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separation – a memory

your beauty and your spirit
are my code for living
through this labyrinth  your goodwill
guides me    how I suffer sometimes
to love you the way I do
but sadness is the sister of joy
and the hours that part us are made short
knowing we’ll see each other again
lead me   love   I’ll follow

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014