Tag Archives: beauty

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

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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

Sonnet

You, young woman of the alluring eyes,
your sure beauty has quite enraptured me.
Being your love’s object would be a prize
to most surely prod all others’ envy.
Here am I, love’s fool, leaping from wish to fact
when in truth I barely know your name.
But in your sweet presence I lose all tact –
your splendors’ boldness from my art evokes the same.
So let this sonnet stand as beacon bright
to let all know how your wild beauty’s bloom,
dear to my flesh and heart, both day and night,
can fill the world with joy, with sweet perfume.
No answer now do these poor verses seek
save blush or furtive tear on your fair cheek.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015