Idle Fancy Poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Idle fancy—
And because it is that
I fall in love
By means of my eyes that
I search for a
Tinge of your presence,
The how and
Where of your essence,
The slopes and
Curves that rise and drop
Defining your
Disembodied draping
Imagined predilection, form
Obsession of my creation,
Idea that moves about
Me scenting the
Space about shapeless
Enthrallment of
My whole absorption and
Yet you are fulfilled

©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga