Modern Love Xxiv (Brown Eyed Princess) Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Brown eyed princess falling asleep
with a white rose in her delicate hand.
She is dedicated to the one she loves
She prays her soft clothes will keep her warm
She hopes for delicacy in her dreams
Her desire is to enter a new dimension
Her breasts call to be held
Her mouth glistens from tears
Her shoulders relax, open, reveal her heart
Her thighs are full of dancing fishes
She enters a valley and views a mountain
She climbs and reaches the other side
A band of pagan gypsies greet her with animal dances
She sees the sparks of love in the stars above
The gypsies become her ancestors greeting her
she senses she is the watcher of the dream
she becomes the dream
she is the dreamer and the dream
she talks to all the stars above
to all her ancestors past, present
and future...we will meet again
life can never be this way
can it?
all the noisy clashing blackness,
both warm and dirty
all absorbed in their newspapers
all chewing their gum
all their cries
a nightmare of weakness and sadness
a thunderstorm of absurdities
perfumed by the white rose
loved by a brown eyed princess
by a better summertime
by eternity
My brown eyed princess is falling asleep
with a white rose in her hand
the rose masters everything
My brown eyed princess is a white rose
she masters everything
she is a princess and a white rose
she is a white rose becoming a princess
she is a princess becoming a white rose
together they dance in every sense
together
What more is there to love?