Enfolding Tightly Your Sweet Pert Breasts

When you departed, You thought I would be devastated, But it was a great night singing poetry To empty flower vases that remembered the reflection Of your beautiful face as well as I remembered it. Oh, to see again your black Italian hair Dream-like wavy caressing your neck And your black blouse enfolding tightly Your sweet pert breasts that spoke to me In exotically elegant, secret languages! Every time I ever saw you, I was Empire State Building high and about to cry, Your goddess-like eyes hypnotized me Like a gypsy campfire consuming mystic spells. Even when you’re gone, it’s with you I dwell. I am devastated but devastated by your presence That ever lingers in a room like expensive French perfume.