Destra - Poem by Leslie Alexis
There were prairie birds
Waving ‘hello! ’
So I said no goodbyes.
There were hyacinths
And genistras -
Perfect with roses in bouquet;
I gave them to Destra.
Now Destra was no mere damsel;
She was plump, plum,
And perfect too.
There are not many like her,
She is one of two.
It is Destra and Eve
You’d have to see to believe
none is seen as pure
as these two, not three, not four.
It is Destra and me
In this great wilder-land
no other man.
I tried my best to be strong
But her hair was so long
It was long enough to bind me tight
And keep me bound all night.
Her look was so serene
Her hair like flowing ravines
Her eyes were the deep green
Of a young apple’s skin
Her voice that of the Seraphims
In melody with Cherubims
A sway of Heaven on earth
She filled my heart with mirth.
Her dress, like the fairies
Opens like a butterfly’s wing in flight
The color's she picked from the rainbow
She looked like an angel in the meadows
She moved as gracefully as the swans
In her presence I soar with the pelicans
I go with winds to heavenly heights
Her eyes glitter in starry lights
I never thought I’d find my universe,
I never thought it’d be made of just the two of us.
We were one in land and one in love
Dressed in suits like the turtle dove
Akin to the wear of the young marsupials
I moved with her like a kangaroo in its mother‘s pouch
Our rhythm matched only by that of the pulse
Pressed against each other thumping in heartbeat
In the cool of the evening we were warm in love’s heat
I shone the apples of her land gently with the tip of my fingers
Then I looked at them ‘beautiful’ is the sight that lingers
Even as I nibbled, my eyes returned to their maker
As the taste of satisfaction dripped from me
In breathless speech I whispered, ’ Te amo.’
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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