love in the early morning

this smile of yours is a violin
that enlivens my every day
and these beguiling eyes are
the measure of my joy    a lyric dream
love   let us embrace one another
in a long refrain of wandering hands
of shameless legs   wrapped in the rose
of crystalline dawn   we sing
our breathless harmony of flesh gone wild
the shadows slowly vanish from our bed
even asleep   like newlyweds we pledge
our never-ending affection
your head resting on my shoulder
on your hip my hand gently lying
your comely thigh guardian of my manhood
my lips still pressed against your brow
oh love   my incomparable one
now sings the day its long refrain

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

what was promised

a statue I promised you
made of words
the substance of dreams
semblance of true feeling

one by one I form them
cheek and breast   buttock and thigh
I sculpt them   what beauty   oh what beauty
watching you I’ve become entranced

just think what would happen
if I kissed you
if I touched you
but if you let me   love

dream with you in the flesh
I’d forget my promise to you
for  when embracing so fondly
what would an idol of rhyme matter

yes  I promised you
a statue in verse but
kisses and laughter and dream
that sings in the flesh are art as well

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

Harbor Song

To the strains of the wind’s oud,
the fog-draped harbor,
like some telluric Salomé,
performs its dance of seven veils.
This boat is a jewel in the navel of the bay,
shimmying to entice the imperious sun
with a glimpse of coastal thigh,
a peek of island breast, a glint of white water.
Once the frenzied dance is done
and the suborned wish fulfilled,
whose head – glassy-eyed, trailing hair and blood –
shall lie upon the trencher?
In the twilight, the wind’s oud wails…

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll   2011