Elaine, Ethereal
I glimpsed you strolling as you always used to do,
Graceful as a playful breeze
On the knoll alive with lilies, yesterday.
You wore that tailored shirt of sailor-blue,
Tattered jeans above your knees
And your dust-gold hair in sunny disarray.
Erotic wraith, I know you’ve been untrue!
Death’s the lover whom you please.
He seduced you, pretty phantom—pallid, fey,
In denim-blue and sunlit gold. And I feel grey
As your marker, where I kneel and pray.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2007
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