You have the innocence – no doubt about it – and your beauty’s long been welcomed into the orbit of my eyes. And then there’s the simplicity – the deceptive kind, like with your docility (somewhat misleading) curiosity? yes – and softness – without question – round most places but straight of spine – such an elegant head, bright eyes – and sweetness, ardor, worthy of the same breath - always a herald of comfort and peace, never less than companionable – if you were a bird, you’d be like every dove, as a person, you’re you only.
About the Poet:
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in
That, Dalhousie Review and North Dakota Quarterly with work
upcoming in Qwerty, Chronogram and failbetter.