The View from Above, as Seen from Below

He was a poor boy, broken

from a sea of serenity...

He’d been walking

the deserts

for a long, long time

his head hung down

not seeing the sights,

but hearing the sounds...

the mournful howling

of wolves, with dust

gathering in his eyes...

Up overhead 

there wasn’t a single

solitary cloud

in the endless azure

skies... and

He remembered

in his youth

the beautiful veld

where his love

and lusty him 

would prance,

and sing....

The scent of orange

blossoms were 

everything...

on her hair

and on the skin...

they would tear

at each other

rolling over

and beneath

the fluffy white,

while exotic birds

took flight...

They would stare

upon clouds,

and he’d ask

what she sees...

She’d bat velvet

lashes at him, him

who would be God,

and in astounding

Beauty she plied 

a rhinocerous, or

bunny rabbit with

severed whiskers,

amid misty cacti

quivering in the sky...

She saw the orange

blooms in his grin

dancing just below

the ripples where 

her toes had 

been dipped 

in a pool,

from whence

so much of

imagination

had spilled,

and left

the heart with 

its amorous

palpitation...

His form scattered

by the wind

so white and virile,

the tail of an idea

she could only 

have fathomed...

the cactus

in the desert

had surely

blossomed

in his shadow...

Mavia & Bunny Villaire

Nov 26, 2020