warm English eyes
a provocative smile,

Long limbs of fragile masculine beauty
touch my heart
and reach my mind
in depths of boundless measures

technicolor dreams
of sylvan delight
satin rains in sheets of
melancholy blue
whispers of lines
on a filtered silver screen
love know the actor
in a pious sensual sight
many ,many moods govern him
and many more have sought him
but illusions mask reality
and the truth just slips away
in private meditation
undisturbed

have i loved in substitution
knoweth not ,in ignorance have pledged
this mountain of emotions
this ever growing presence
out of control
yet slowly subsiding
in the noon of midnight
in the morning of evening

here i love without caution
loving an image with
a poet's imagination
loving his English eyes, his smile
and his sacred power to convey
in animated gestures
in artistry divine
his is the face my memory
would not abandon
for him are these words
and these words have become
his soul on my paper
his fire on my pen....