Shiny Limpets

Calmness wasn't expected today by my overwhelmed spirit marveling, I spot linden's branches with their yellow flowers brightly floating as ships lost at sea; from which river did they come from? Did someone break them off or was it a summer' storm? Curiousity makes me look further down...discovering shiny limpets, in conical form, stuck to tidal rocks and visited by water lilies; a lizard watches my facial movements...I hear a male voice, "Sub rosa...in loco citato!" shouting to his gal so voluptuous... Latin spoken these days? I stumble upon a familiar phrase that some of my classmates used to whisper to girls wearing sunbonnets, making believe they were practicing the liturgical language of priests; and if they learned quickly, they would surely get a blind date... The lotus' fragrance induces a sudden rejuvination of the imaginative, uncontrollable senses; a laison for those unsavoring women and femmes fatales... laying down on sandy beaches with gazes upon moonlight, with mellow faces being stroken by manly hands, and hearts being fascinated by capricious words... The flaunting moon infuses the dreamer's innermost thoughts; passionate verses adhering to the walls of the poetic heart as the shiny limpets stick to the tidal rocks, making their ivocation to the invidious sea, which glistens with its green and blue gemstones that reflect my sweetheart's eyes... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci P.S. Translation: Sub rosa...in loco citato/ In secret...in the mentioned place Femmes Fatales/charming or seductive women