In The Square Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

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