Moment & Peace
For Bonnie Harriette
Winds surround this flame, the fire burns bright this night.
Calling your love, one tear, two eyes, slowly how the time goes by.
The want it calls, the tear it falls, on fingers tips, where candles burn
Another candle, another day, seeking an eye, she stands,
flowering, the nakedness of the ever-burning fury of femininity,
each eye finding route to the flowering crevice
where the juices of passion flow as a river to the depth of a soul,
twist, turn, bend, yearn, light it on fire and watch your feelings burn.
Bursting buds from blooming trees,
lay to rest drying to dust on the blackened base of candle white.
Known a face of women fair, caress each lip, the touch of air.
Twilight in beauty woods,
so the beauty surrounding clovis leaf and borning light,
the warm breeze rushes over your arms like a gentile soothing stream.
Little pinholes in the sky with reality shining through,
orange fluorescent sphere of the majestic radiance half prevailing,
sky black and calling, severance of the eve.
Here and now seen only to the privacy of eyes,
a life so pledged to her sight.
The deed, a correspondence of understanding,
essence of a beautiful moment in our lives.
Trickling beads of falling rain cover your features,
like dripping moisture off the gentlest pedal on the rose.
As far as these eyes can see,
quenching of a burning heart dwells deep within your being.
Until the heavens with iniquity travel to the end,
a breath of true delight blowing in the wind.
P. J. Campise
