The Vital Essence

I stare at the placid Moon, Who by no way is my own, And love her womanly face, By which she isn’t in disgrace. I watch the twin moving Stars, Who are afar from my bar, And pursue well their sharp eyes, By which they are not blurred. I scale the Rainbow’s contour, Who looks near, yet miles away, And relish her tints of costume, By which she is not stained. I observe slow rattling Ducks, Who I am in no mood to hug, And enjoy their rhythmic tongue, By which they are not ruffled. I smell the tender Jasmine, Which blossoms in other’s domain, And sense the feminine perfume, By which she is not dethroned I feel deep the soothing Breeze, Which eludes my every embrace, And absorb her sensuous touches, By which she is not blemished. I would see you too likewise, Whom I have no plan to invade, And am vitalized by your spell, By which you won’t be in distress. 03.01.99,