| La Belle Dame Merci Rajean Gallagher 2005 The tiger lilies bloom as always before beside the door to my grotto. Purple and gold scent which never overpowers. The Blues and hot Jazz haze in the air. Inside, cranberry wine nail polishes off of my tan toes. Honey silk hair fan, lying in pools on the creamy ceramic floor. Awaiting the last moments of the day- after moon rise, when romping begins. Then, I-- your sweet Venus--can begin my little song: My love, please-- rest awhile. Sleep in the only peace you have ever known. Come now, Lover- I will let you sin. Always. And I've no mind to tell you: stop. Slow dance enticing imagination the icing on visual cake. Can you-- Eat it, too? |
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| Painting of the poem La Belle Dame Sans Merci, poem by John Keats. Painting by John Waterhouse |
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| All poetry original material by Rajean Gallagher unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved, 2005. |
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