...written as though by Mr. Sark...
#33639F - Guadalajara Sin Usted
The night of your eyes
ever set to dusk
When lovers yawn and claim
exhaustion: Beg early
dismissals from daytime
chores, hungry for sunset's
pastimes.
The bones of your cheek
a more fascinating study
than Saturn's rings,
your jaw more lovely
than Rambaldi had skill to render.
The blessed, graceful curve
of shoulder into biceps,
a union fluid with nature's
eroticism; all the inspiration
one could need--
To rob a Pope,
or kill a king,
to chant boleros into the dusk,
half-drunk on cheap tequila,
Such swill not worthy to toast
your health, your skill.
The grit of futility heavy
as regret on a solitary glass
half-buried in the sand come morning.
Disclaimer: This work is not affiliated in any way with the ABC spy series Alias, or, for that matter, Mr. Sark, whose poetry--until such time as he wishes to make it public--remains unsung, unfeted, and largely unknown.
by: Neftzer 2003 (c)
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