Something Special


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    Something Special

    Splendid radiance like sunlight spilling through an
    unshaded window.

    Each step she takes across an open room, a well
    ordered calamity. Tornadic expressions crying for

    Those alabaster calves arching towards the moon,
    shimmering limbs extending into a faintly familiar
    curvature. Shear turbidity.

    Watching this from a lonely corner, my eyes mimic
    each fluent stride. Such lascivious thoughts race
    through my mind.

    Who are you goddess? Why does each angelic
    motion sear into my soul.

    Are you something special?

    Instant desire suppressing lustful indignation,
    lament for youth long past.

    Seething eyes brighten as a lecherous mind
    persuades you to speak.

    Watch her, glide gently from sight. Sultry siren
    evading each slathering gaze.

    Unobtrusively smiling at the futile attempts she

    Prophetic orators endeavoring to glamorize
    themselves. Unwilling to refute their own worth.

    Something special indeed, refined alluring
    messenger of profound beauty.

    We suitors beckoning for attention graciously
    bestow our gratitude for your perpetual patience.

    Forgive our contemptuous jealousies and ill-
    mannered behavior when plunged amidst
    something as special as you.

    Forlorn wonder guiding uncertain paths. We
    presume in boisterous voices crying beauty
    shall be honored and worshiped.

    Adjunctive opinions splayed across sacrifical
    alters repealed practical rituals of placing her
    upon a pedestal. Where beauty ounce eluded
    to greatness.

    As she exits, glancing over her shoulder, I for a
    moment thought she smiled slightly and peered
    into my eyes. As if to convey her appreciation
    for some resemblance of normalcy endowed
    by me.

    If she only knew...............

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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