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She enveloped my senses on her arrival -
Midnight tresses, the mark of her Olympian precursor
Reflecting the hour of our meeting -
Beauty born of wisdom,
...

2.

As the sun rises
Sparkling
From the Cebu Straits,
An orchid,
...

Like a vibrant blush in the far distance,
A touch, just visible, like a spark,
An intuition more than a preference
Simmers deep within, or an urge to embark
...

We stood in an old book store
That telescoped from room to room,
And in a corner, I found a book.
Listen, I said -
...

It’s been fun, exhausting.
The mellow bunch singing lazily around the bonfire –
Sparks spinning upward, reflected in the lake.
They begin to move toward tents and sleeping bags,
...

If paper shattered
Like my defenses near you
Love notes would snow down
...

Pyle and Fowler
So civilized
Fighting over Phoung
And Vietnam
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8.

She said...

I hope you feel -
I hope you -
...

The memory of wet shoes and grimy windshields and grey days
Melts as the first fecund aromas permeate the air,
And I sit dumbstruck by the sudden dissolve of the winter haze
And the first buds and birds that take the dare
...

We live in hope, or so we say,
As we pass through each dawning day.
And yet we shake our heads and curse
When obstacles make us reverse.
...

The Christmas when my marriage died and nothing came out right
I’d flown into Nebraska, but Althea missed that flight.
My parents had her gifts around the Christmas tree alight,
But since she was St. Louis bound, it was a silent night.
...

Oh, to be young again
When a firmer nature was assured
And my glance might be answered by curiosity and interest.
...

13.

Yes, it sizzles...

That's the sound of summer,
Beef doing it's thing on the grill,
...

14.

There is no need to obfuscate...

Haze settles over the city.
Heat.
...

When she calls
I stop -
And between the ring and the moment I answer
Her face appears in all it's moods and colors,
...

'Is that all there is? ' he asked
As he stooped to collect the final box.
...

'I can't.'
'Why not? '
...

Just because she holds my heart,
Only because I can't help myself,
Could she make this life complete?
Yes. She is the one I need.
...

So I was goin', see, ta meet wid dis guy.
An' all of a sudden, I forgot wha' I was doin'.
So's I stop right there.
An' whadaya know,
...

I don't know what is sweeter:
The anticipation,
The kiss, or the reflection.
...

Robert J Meyer Biography

An English teacher in an alternative high school for former dropouts in inner-city Chicago for the last decade, he has worked in newspapers for several years prior to his current vocation. Meyer writes in both formal and informal verse on a variety of topics. He is a happy Chicagoan now.)

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Cynthia

She enveloped my senses on her arrival -
Midnight tresses, the mark of her Olympian precursor
Reflecting the hour of our meeting -
Beauty born of wisdom,
Eyes irides from amber to bronze to veridian,
Lips soon found to be as soft, as amiable, as they are warm....
A woman.
No nymph playing at feminine similitude.
A woman full and powerful,
Yet velvet under my tentative touch.
A strength innate yet yielding.
She.
Her manner faintly kissed with the air of Messina
Conducted my gaze again and again to the depths of her eyes.
Inviting.
Mesmerizing.

I imagine myself,
Head safely nestling in her lap,
That raven curtain falling around her shoulders,
And I protected by her lunar gaze,
In some cypress bower.
This sweet Citherion setting aside her bow and quiver,
And we, both unarmed, entangling arms in amative questing
And taking nourishment from each other's lips.
I long to drink once more from that font
More deeply
To discover if this thirst may ever be quenched.
Goddess,
Artemis,
Diana,
Phoebe,
By all these names - Cynthia

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