At Celine’s Request

 

 

          So how does it make you feel?

What moving thoughts are you having -

While transient the clouds forever change

The view,

     I am a transparent man

You can see right through me;

As ‘she,’ sees through all -

As they try discard her gaze -

From upon the world old and new,

     And -

     I am deep within her bounds,

Deep within her longing as only

There upon the stars she seems

Just a stone cold throw away,

And my ‘other,’ when stricken

By her vibrant fertility pulls

Her to appeal her incapacitation

On every brightly lit

     Landscaped lunar month;

Exhibits without knowing -

An envy of her charms.

     Still, I am courting the

Fancy of an affair for

Her tranquil moods beguile

To the point I know,

She laughs at my every

Cajoling of masculinity

     She’s sitting pretty,

Prettier than my other

But I dare not say,

(Competition may

Repatriate me to wards

Where inbound are the

Derelicts of her fullness,

     Her kiss,

Her ample buxom,

Her hips and yet,

My mind has set imagination

To whom she may

Cast her eyes upon,

And whom she herself

May belong),

 

     In the twilight,

Late, early,

I know not her day

But only night,

     And I’m restless

With the need to thrust

Passionately, to push

My will and have her

Solemnly for myself,

     And there she is,

Laughing again while

My other bears the pain -

And who will be the main

Inspiration for my life,

Who will win;-

As dedications of space

Determine isolated states -

Of none belonging and

Aloneness??

 

     The wind,

Takes gut hold of my

Feelings as Celine

Casts a superstitious eye,

And I’m requesting

Slumber stays away

The execution of my sleep

So I can gaze,

And dip into her cool

Waters and abandon

All I know and as a man,

I want her so!

     She is awake,

Her luminous glow

Stealing the show

From my African Queen

And I am greedy for

Courting both but,

My erection boasts

A need, a wanting

Powerful need to have

Them by each side,

     She here, she there

And without interruption

Of my longing,

Or hesitation as

I put upon my life

A false insincere

Rebuke,

     I want them both

To rape me nightly

And continually,

Until the smile I have

For Celine,

For both Celine

And my African Queen;

Is full, upon both

Their silky lips.  

 

Michael J Waite 12^th November 2011.