resplendence

true floral beauty:
Hibiscus Syriacus
or Rose of Sharon

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© 2020 Gregory V Driscoll

woman of his dreams

Refined gold, her thighs…
Breasts, mouthfuls of ivory…
Sleek onyx – her pubes.
Her hands, cool pincers of joy…
Her mouth, a well of beauty.
Lapus lazuli, those eyes…
He saw her swimming, just now,
in his foamless, warming beer…

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© 2020 Gregory V Driscoll

My Earnest Wish List [ for C., my soulful muse ]

to drink wine with you
to cook supper for you
to gaze into your bright eyes
to hold your hand
to play with your fingers
to speak of things quotidian and eternal
to find out how you see life and the world

(pause, with stares and smiles)

to kiss your lips
to nuzzle your hair
to blow in your ears
to nibble on them too
to massage your shoulders
to kiss the nape of your neck

(pause, with ardent looks and serious smiles)

to help you to disrobe
to caress your breasts
to suck your nipples
to move my lips and fingers
lower and lower on your delightful body –
your body of beauty, grace, and verve…
to hear you call out with pleasure
again and again and yet again

– all this to express in tender actions,
to demonstrate to you, the love I bear for you
in more than lyrical, heartfelt words

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2018

[ for C. ]

like some rare butterfly
– a “papilio blumei” –
you flutter through my dreams…

yet I wish it were my every day,
my every night that were filled
with your beauty, grace and verve.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2018

dancing in the dark

my love   my danseuse   you dance
through my senses   through my life
even the air is alive
with your pirouettes   with your jetés
beauty   even without sound
you dance to the beat of love
through my fancy   you
are a butterfly leaping
oh your eyes of pure vision
your kisses of bewitching flame
oh your flesh of nascent dawn
and I … and I?…your slave
who shall never curse subjection
of my body   of my mind…
dance   my love   dance forever
but only through my senses
through my life   may I be
always your audience of one   always
I give to you my heart
full of roses as a garland.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

on watching her bake: a memory (for Lan)

alluring baker,  my expert
in cakes and pastries,
pies and loaves,
of everything sweet, everything good –
in me you wake the ferment of desire.
with your skillful hands, knead the dough
of this my compact torta loca!
beautiful one – handle it well!
form it and put it into your little oven.
thanks to the yeast of your beauty
and your skilled kneading,
I’ve started to distend impulsively.
I’m ready now to be baked
in the fiery sweet oven
of my beguiling baker.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

casanova pens a poem

an adventurer am I, an explorer.
And you? a new realm
of adventures. oh, loving world!
domain of boundless beauty!
to heaven I give thanks
that you are not continent,
my new continent
of seductive wonders!

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

up before sunrise

dawn’s diffusing light
unmasks the night face of things
beauty warts and all

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

Thought after rain on a summer’s night

I find I’m at that age
when tears well up on seeing beauty
in a woman, or a child at play;
in each sunset; in nights replete with stars,
fireflies and crickets;
in the phases of the moon;
in each ‘rosy-fingered dawn’;
in a robin stock-still on the lawn;
in bees jostling flowers,
in butterflies striving against the wind,
in memories of a love only I can now recall.
Too soon such tears will cease and others fall.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

separation – a memory (for Lan)

drunken with your beauty I pass
night after night without rest
intoxicated with your love    I want not
the power to free myself from this longing
that tears me apart in sleeplessness
I wander through a desert of freedoms
consuming images of you:
hair of restless silk
eyes of dancing tigress
skin of nacre gilded
arms of secret charms
hands of comets of fire
breasts of sources hidden
belly of honeyed wave
strait sweet thing
of wild strawberries made
buttocks of lyrical wonder
legs of clouds echoing thunder
feet that bear a heavenly burden:
images of you that float
above the sandlike waves
of this arid sea the dawn wind
cuts from me  drunken with your beauty
intoxicated with love of you
each night far from you I die
in the high barren plains
of my wakefulness

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015