A Forgarty’s Lady and a Boy with a Man’s Need

Poet: Patrick George

I love the way you look
At seven in the morning
My fantasy darling,
Like a flower in a garden
Returning from a night
Of dew bathing,
Counting stars,
And catching moonlight
On peach cream petals.

And your smile, like Solomon’s scimitar
Slices through morning shadows,
Throwing down gloves to the sun
As if for no other reason
Than to let it be known,
There’s something brighter around.

Oh, how my heart tattoos like a bongo drum
As my eyes follow your body’s rhythm,
But my feelings, like the rising sun
Must suffer an interruption
For alas, I am too young.
You smile warmly at a boy

As you walk by,
And his eyes, shy,
Sink to the ground,
But his body,
Raging hot and hard,
Rises like a man, to salute your charms.