An Old Building By the Saint Johns

AN OLD BUILDING BY THE ST. JOHNS Prose and fingers lingering to the North arise! On this day 25 degrees North of the Sun Venus and the moon shall collide and dance Chance! The St. Johns and a ripple to the retaining nipple Look! Abandoned worn jewel on a starved stepped slab Timeless in presence, structured for intimacy Star quenching its thirst through the glazing Into the cool waters of saints it slips And whispers follow Hushing and treading - lets sneak in! Breath of cool air under your skirt As I lift you up and over You giggle as you enjoy the hurt Shhh! Shhh! We're in! The smell of flowers pressed and our fortune's luck Wood creaks underneath sandal-padded feet Leading by hands clasped in anticipation A flurry of thoughts of pouring waxy lust On you this way and that Silence but the breeze swaying the palm tree leaves Reflections of the evening and Shadows drape worn stairs Impenetrable fixtures of ornament and glass Warm evening beams Teasing our skin St. Anthony’s Temptation is luring us further in!