Saturday, 9 April 2011

Gerry Boyd



the rapture never comes too late


the seductive regret of scarlet lipstick late applied
is easily erased by the chartreuse ferns of a feathery dawn
and a woody prayer of silver moss that is perfect in its worship:

when your flowered skirt is breathlessly lifted
over the variegated heaven of your musky thighs,
ah! there the firm blossom issues, and causes us to climb-

baptized so surely with a rainy spring of hidden desire,
this precious bulb so long buried, in a fashionable arcade,
by the distracting drifts of bleak chatter and snowy bores
has burst through the dam that was always too weak to hold it.

so ecstatic to take the waters, in the roaring way of alpine cures,
from the holy torrents, once reserved, for stark liturgical glaciers:

in the graying cloud of snow melt, an edelweiss has blossomed,
delicious, at the summit, in its white and dusky innocence.

6 comments:

Peter Greene said...

My! If I was the type to blush...

Nicely written, Gerry. Quite something.

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gerry boyd said...

old: You're making ME blush!

Megan Duffy said...

Beauty.

Danielle said...

Beautiful and fascinating poem..

Unknown said...

my, my Gerry ... wonderful as always, lyrical and song-like ... "holy torrents, once reserved, for stark liturgical glacier", you are a constant source of surprise and delight combined!!

Anonymous said...

Breath-taking. Wow!