first love poem in a couple decades. For a lady I met here.
Poetry in the Guise of Love Bukowski is a god
and i am in love with a goddess
a red haired, blue eyed, Irish woman
with unwavering, undulating, distilled philosophy
from which i drink her nectar
of poetry promulgated past's encounters
this is a decorative dance
that i deign to decline, yet study
asking the poetry gods to feign favor
and bow to Bly and Ferlinghetti and Levertov
until my godless self seeks solace
in the blossom of my lady love
she is my poem and my muse
no miscalculations could cancel my conceit
ever engulfed in her love giving lines
i beseech my marbled mind to mask reality
the day does not deceive, it directs
the sun, the clouds, the moon all obey
the poetry gods make magic in their wonderment
respect rallies my cautious confessions
to which i confess myself mystified
at my bewitching love's luster
poetry is the psalms of my religion
and my goddess, my muse, makes music
with words lathe turned and tempered
as steel forged words willingly weighed
Bukowski is a god
and i am in love with a goddess
a red haired, blue eyed, Irish woman
with unwavering, undulating, distilled philosophy
from which i drink her nectar
of poetry promulgated for past's encounters
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