Ebony Eden Poem by John Sensele

Love lost in a loft
Above my pillow near a willow
Tree where I first fondled her soft
Masterclass mammaries in diary prairies where to my heart she shouted hello

To inaugurate and initiate
Moments meant to diffuse my loneliness
Long felt, long hailed as a diet
Seldom sampled, seldom seen alongside wickedness

That cast vast vats vested in confusion
Whose end I tended to mend
Except that derision and indecision
On her part in my rampart could and would send

Mixed, brisk signals to risk
Frightening the complexion cream
She donned to frisk
Layers and prayers of ebony Eden in our dramatic dream.