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