Ladies On My Mind

A group of odes to the loves and affections of my past.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Jessie Rose

There we sat
On our bed
Eyes locked to eachother

Legs folded
Hands touching
We saw the sacred lights

Faerie dust flew
Celestial light circle
United as one

One being
Two hearts
Taurus-Sagittarius

We painted make-up
On Halloween
But we never made it there!

Never left the room
Two sexy Goths
With full paint? Goodnight!

Amber

O the wreched things you did behind my back!
I loved you so dearly
And I assure there will never be another near as true
For your treachery
Your deceit
How could you turn your back on real love?
Give yourself freely to that cretin
Over a hard-working ambitious and destined real love
A future millionaire real love!
For a quick fix
You could

There was a time so beautiful between us
A runaway freight train barrelling
A conscous spit in the face of society
Because everyone we know said No

A veritable Rome and Juliet tale: a real love.
Hah! You said.
A real marriage of convenience, eh.
Could I fall in love You said Yes

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Jolene

In the secret blue mist
One night I awoke you
And as you lay
We flew away
And became empassioned
In a spritual way

When we encountered in the Park
And we watched the fireworks
While I sparked one for Old Glory

I knew this was the end
The last secret time we would meet
And I wished you the best with a genuine smile

Why then two weeks ago
Were't you? A-calling
And in our secret place

T'was Morgana the Fair
And she called me forth
After I read a tome of ancient knowlege

And beckoned me
But not to forsake all others
Just 'cause she liked me that well?

Stephanie

Stephanie was a buttercup
Smoking menthol cigarettes
And smiling her blue eyes
At lunch for free french fries

Bless you, wherever you are hiding
Old sweet Stephanie
Blonde and blue and precious and true
So fair and there
So enrapturing, vexing:
Have mercy

Show yourself after these years I beseech
Your kindness is like the continuum
That Mesmer described in his Age.
Still pulsing in my arteries
Permeating and making wont for all there is of You in the World!

Rachelle

Rachelle was fiery and self-assured
She wrought lacy windes of salt and water
Smelled richly of baby powder and Freesia
She held my hand so it touched my heart

When she lay upon my stomach
It gurgled "I love you"
And she tempted me sweetly with soft caress

A sense of inevitable love tempered with patience
We fell in love a bit more everyday
Dark red hair crushed upon my fuzzy cheek
An invitation to entreat

Embroiled by parents' reluctant forewarnings
She came to the end of her means for me
I did not know how much that meant

I was a spoil'd brat
Taking for granted
The best thing that had ever happened