Lessons Learned Down South

That first kiss--De-lish!
Smooth like Hagendaaz.
I was in my fourteenth year,
Too green to see your flaws.
I, the skinny Yankee teen
With glasses on her face
Met the proverbial "preacher's son,"
(I doubt in God's good grace).
That summer on the brink 
of womanhood
And still a child,
Butter on cob of Iowa corn,
I melted when you smiled.
For you, my best friend's cousin,
Were older,fun,and tall,
Entrancing me with teasing eyes
And sexy southern drawl.
And snuggling in the car's back seat,
I got a secret thrill
Hearing on the radio,
"Won't you marry me, Bill?"
Adolescent daydreams wrapped in tune of "Wedding Bell Blues"
The music, co-conspirator with you,
disguised your ruse.
The kisses were delightful
Though my memory now is dim
Of the moment when precisely 
All changed upon your whim.
Unhappily, on balmy Alabama night 
I learned
The kisses I enjoy most 
By men are mostly spurned.
Soft and playful smooching,
I learnt while in the South,
is soon replaced by lustful tongue
That slithers in one's mouth.

My Night of Romance

Inside his Riviera sat we two,
A smitten girl sixteen and he so fine.
He knew exactly everything to do.
I breathed his perfect essence, tasted wine
From lips that fell like feathers onto mine.
He danced his eyes around my face, his hands
Were ever giving pleasure.  Oh, sublime!
And nothing did he take or did demand
Of a virgin, but of love I more did understand.

El Sueno De Una Romantica (long version of My Night of Romance)

Primero las miradas fijas y muy largas.
Siguen los abrazos y las caricias tan amadas.
Luego los besitos-por todas partes de la cara;
Millones de gotas de rocio, sensuales y delicadas-
Besos que cubren las mejillas, la frente. !Estoy tan feliz! 
"Butterfly kisses" con las pestanas, "Eskimo" con la nariz.
Y continuamente se entrelazan sus dedos con mis dedos,
Acariciando la cintura, el cuello, la esalda, el pelo.
Y su lengua entrando en mis labios me da una sensacion
De algo bien-acogido, de una dulce invasion.
La fantasia de la virgen que se da con puro placer,
Con la castidad conservada, sin preocuparse en lo que podria perder.
Los unicos dos en el mundo, y su sonrisa carinosa
Y pasan volando las horas en la noche preciosa.
Aprendi en una noche todo esto
Que muchos otros no pudieron ensenarme hasta aquel momento
Lo que me enseno un guapo de Quebec tres anos mayor que yo
Que tuvo que marcharse . . . que desaparecio.
Me dejo perdida . . .
Siempre buscare . . .
Y se que daria anos y anos de los besos ordinarios y del sexo completo
Por una sola noche mas de un romance perfecto.

Dear Sonneteer

I wonder - can you take me to a world,
Utopia unfurled, where ladies fair
In billowed gowns on suitors' arms are swirled?
Around, around they twirl.  They dance on air.
And each, with hair upswept and well-coiffured,
Sidelong looks to handsome sir does give;
Then coyly turns (a smile is contoured).
Lust is held at bay.  Romance they live!

And in this bygone era, gentlemen
Practice rites of courtship with aplomb.
But mightiest is he who wields a pen.
To poetry his maiden does succumb!
So whisper euphony into my ear,
And lose us both in time, dear sonneteer.

Interlude At Check-In

Snailing through the luggage line
meandering my mind
scanning assorted airport folk
startled when I spy
this guy with a girl at his side
stunning and so in love
my stare intensifies
strange rekindling scorches my blood.

Zoom in on the countenance 
of the phantom of my dreams
incarnation of my fantasies
in which I play the queen
to a towering Adonis
whose gaze holds mine and tenderly.

Refocus(a surge of sudden sadness,
melancholy sweeping me)
on him admiring her.
They're inseparable,complete.
Transfixed, then I push-kick my suitcase
and resume trailing my feet.

Oh To Write

Oh, to write a sonnet on my one true light-o'-love,
To write a song to make the warbler sing-
A melody that to your eye would bring
Tears of fond remembrance for your own true well-thought-of.
Oh, to flood ravines with bursts of spring!

How do I employ the moon and stars in verse
And conjure with them messages to measure
the merit of the poet's brightest treasure
When I know not of love's allure nor passion to coerce?
How do I stir light from the obscure?

Oh, to etch a portrait of the one upon my pillow
With words that fall so sweetly on the ear
Of he with gentle soul who cares to hear
The moan of restless wind through pine and willow
Or of me, a billow rising to my dear.

A Hope

You and I, on two opposing globes
We should explode them both
And out the old
Let the new take hold
And have its growth.

A Wish Ungranted

Seconds to minutes to hours to night and day.
Torrents and torrents of tickings and tickings away.
How I wished their onslaught I could slay
As in your arms of lingering warmth I lay
And I could be empowered just once to stay
Unhastened, serene; Time miffed by its grim delay.

A Twilight Treasuring

Wrapped in silent dance
Dusk descends on our beach
My head against your chest
We're swaying slowly to a beat.

Two hearts' beat quickens
Now lying in the sand
We're moving to the rhythm 
Of the ocean on the land.

Aglow when warm winds
Breathe secrets from the sea
Revealed, we're smiling soul to soul
Such sweet satiety!