Inspired!

Life of the party

That lady in red

Ruffles of scarlet encasing her grace

She treads in measured steps

Making the bystanders envy her stilettos 

For kissing and casing her feet!

She tips her green gloved hands

Offering the greeter a chance

To peck on her fingers 

As her sweet fragrance lingers

Captured in their breath!

And she dips her head bidding a bye!

“Camellia, come hither”

Her beau the butterfly signals

She turns around and pouts..

Spreading her palm before her face

And pulling the lover towards her 

As she pulls her finger back and forth!

Does she have strings wrapped around her tips

Maneuvering lovers like puppets?

I know not!

All I know is that she swirls around in that red  ruffles  

Making me twirl a ribbon of words

Watching her in awe, as she treads the garden party

In rockstar aplomb!

“Camellia, stay where you are, how you are”

I’ll come thither

And capture you on my lens and sense

Letting out a sigh and letting in your sighting!

A love not(e)

As you tread on the vagaries 

Of these heart lanes

And stop to stare

At the juxtapose

Of the fallen and the rising

Freeze not, and freeze my senses!

Under you feet, the margin of that path

Aligning the ever evolving

Textures of these soul planes

Lie the pavers to my perception.

Beneath your glide, gleams my muse

Unearthing the inspirations, imaginations.

As you take the road, cruising through the unknown

Greeted by the imagined

Daunted by the unexpected

Walk assured

Of my ever abiding presence

Tucked away in the unconscious insides

Of your psyche!

Pause if you must, well up if you should

But keep going

Aided by the crutches of my invisible support.

Let me revel in that perseverance

And knit cozy poems

Proclaiming my enamor.

As it is abstract, this attendance, so it is absolute!