Into My Life

Into my life Out of a smoke laden, fuzzy, hazy night into my liquid, libation, blindness – sight has come to me, as you fill my eyes to overflowing. That is just alright, for what lay before me, is for knowing, even when you pull the curtain in order to keep from showing the essence of what is, that does not feel, alright for life’s growing. Into my seclusion, my hermitage you come at will. Will I accept ?, of coarse I will !, for I am as easy as still, crystal waters, as easy as warm, lazy, summer breezes that fill a slow Sunday afternoon, caressing a beauty who lies uninhibited, comfortably upon the sands of timeless time, exhibited in the eyes scanning some beach for her exotic beauty. Every man’s desire !, every virile man’s duty!, to be gazing at her beauty, radiating towards heaven, it’s bright blue iris, with pleasure, with delight even as it’s golden, flaming heart radiates down, all around, upon this beauty laying on the ground, radiating her beauty for all, never uttering a sound. Can I not but be most grateful, thankful, and appreciative for the warmth showered upon this old, cold, soul ? B. J. “A ” 2 June 6th 2002