Clearest Romance Lakeland
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by: Steven Ilchev, 2010
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Dedicated to the fragrant Gardenia Dame Sue who reminds me time and again
just why it is o so worthwhile to breathe intensely and scorn
all bile
My rambling mind is singing still,
Soprano-saluting the siren-songbook hill
Of the breath you transfer on romance's
Clearest lakeland, that stretch of
Life itself in woodlandic tingle-drama
O help thy joyous self to all my ardent garlands
For they exist for only you, and you alone in
Rocky Valley, that Cornish privacy
Outside Tintagel, impossible for all else
To decode
Haunting whispers, sprightly caressing
Nibbling tenderly with all my might is I
My arms' in-built harpsichord's so
Tone-somersaulting in that Heaven so
Versed in longing's adagio selfless cry
The only days for which I'm feeling grateful
Are those that radiate your luminous halo
Those days, those days, I'd monkey up
The stage, the stage set for all barbaric
Senses to rot upon my very person uncaged
That stage, that stage I fear not,
I fear nothing as I dedicate more pieces
Of my simplicity to your sophisticated
meaningful ways, so sensual in biblical
thunderbolting, starry-skied lakelands
That stage, woodlandic, hyper-mental
On a sole wavelenth in its uncharted register -
The heat of you, you my gardenia - my soul's
Fulfilment and modern-day sacrosanct Rome,
My unpublished desires' forbidden ice-cream cone
My rambling mind is singing still,
Soprano-saluting the siren-songbook hill
Of the breath you transfer on romance's
Clearest lakeland, that stretch of
Life itself in woodlandic tingle-drama.
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