by John Lars Zwerenz
A WALK IN THE SQUARE
On a stone-paved path, obscured by mist,
Your flesh smells of roses, dew and thyme,
As your cherry-hued lips are softly kissed. -
The breezes here are redolent with rhyme.
Let us bask in the shade,
Where canticles weave
Among an ivory colonnade,
New, matin hymns of you.
In the vast, marble square,
By a brook of Sahara blue,
We shall take in the soft, spring air
Where bending boughs conceive
Slender silhouettes on the sallow field
Which gleam like heaven's gold.
In the fair, ethereal, solemn eve
Your succulent perfections yield
The visual paradise I behold:
Your pristine face, touched by the sun,
And your raven tresses, clasped as one,
In braids which make me tremble and sigh,
Beneath the boundless, russet sky.
John Lars Zwerenz
Last updated January 11, 2015