Marcellino Carlo

Corona - Poem by Marcellino Carlo

There is a delightful prowess in your fickle amble
toward the speckled rust balustrade. And
I watched your eyes put out the solar hues
and your silhouette grow into the goddess that I had

A heated divinity that I yearned to bathe in
a tasteful temptress who had teased me far
too often. And I crept over just to catch
a stolen scent of your sex-hair- sacred pleasures
that you afford a beggar like me.

A pauper who seeks deliverance- the tired
conquistador who's forlorn appearance begs
at the feet of your auric aura. And I'd wash
your feet with my hair and kiss the oils onto your
decadent flesh.

Could you see the surf pound the rocks?
I couldn't help but feel rejected as you faded into
your infinite gaze. I'm not usually this jealous but
could such joy afford the emaciated soul of a man
who himself has everything-

and yet nothing.

And in the unholy wars that riddle our addled minds
I would lay down on my kitana for you just
to see the Sakura dry your tears. For the empress.
My goddess. My Queen sovereign. My travels bare
burdens on my heavy mind but the promise that your
coronation may be as sweet as our last meeting gives
me strength that I may bestow your Corona

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2013

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