by Glenn Johnson
(Tucson, Arizona, USA)
Said . . . before my eyes . . . your beauty a pageant.
A procession of spring blossomings
one after another
Shimmers of reincarnate loveliness.
How do you do this?
I have no clue.
Nothing I could make up . . . to rare to contrive.
truth be told
I am compelled to charm you.
A desire that pales before the potency of your spell.
I dismiss any thought of diagnosis.
Your loveliness a miracle best left cloaked in magic.