The Loveliest Girl, This Side Of The World

The loveliest girl

This side of the world,

Shelters the recherché wealth

Of her lilac legged seas,

From the hounding beastly sun’s

Opaque eye of scalded miseries,

Vaulting through monochrome skies,

Ugly with volatile thirst,

That paints turpentine deserts

With scorch stroked wrath,

Upon the soft velvet curves

Of her lavender crowned path.

Ergo, the jilted jealousies

Of the smoldering sun,

Divebomb with headstrong fury

And thermonuclear blood,

Its iron willed ire,

Aimed at the heart of her love,

To barter with the spangled halo of stars

For her silken flowered touch.

And the riot act of Psalms

Was written bloody on her palms.

The loveliest girl

This side of the world,

Slips into daydreams

Of spring’s nubile skin,

As the rose of her lips

Dances a shimmering grin,

While February’s grey curtain sky

Peeks its smoky rimmed light,

Through the wintering sleep

Of its half shuttered eyes.

And the ruby flame stars

Are girded divine,

Like God’s garments dipped

In the finest of wine.

The wild dance of her lips

Grows breathless for night,

As the sun shunned and scorned

Pouts out it’s dimmed light;

And she smiles with ease

Though love tarries long,

As she waits for June’s mariner

To court her through song.

And the ruby flame stars

Are girded divine,

Like God’s garments dipped

In the finest of wine.

The loveliest girl

This side of the world,

Readies dawn’s pulse

For her swim through the earth;

And love’s feathered bride,

Dove hearted and frail,

Will soon shed the skin

Of winter’s dark veil.