Handsome beauty
has been written across
this feminine sky
that I am drawn towards.
And from the start
I’ve traveled all this way
to simply stare
and look upon
a darkened velvet sky.
Time has this equal value
love cannot count
either forwards or backwards
there are certain songs
buried in erotic photographs.
To have access to her
in the depths of the garden
set exactly at midnight.
There is only one,
I’ve come to pray to
and offer as I might
I’ve yet,
to enter her circle.
There are but minutes left
before the jealous sun
appears again.
Perhaps ‘someone,’
with the keenest of eye
can speak softly
on my behalf.
So in that hour
When I am under
her drunk hypnotic spell
there is nothing to feel
pure nothingness.
It is as if,
I’m flying
weightless above the ground
floating inches
from the edge of
love and darkness.
Dragonfly Poetry 