Quiet wonder seized me
Jarring sound and sense bequeathed me
By the muse of inspiration.
Knocking all reason from my head
Till it lumbered down and bled
At the mere sight of you.
Scarlet waterfall cascading
Down Caribbean shoulders masquerading
As stone cliffs.
Preventing the passage of this roamer
To the Promised Land turned over
At the mere sight of you.
Mistress of untapped desires
Heroes light their own funeral pyres
In your name.
Taking the deity’s attention
From this young pilgrim’s elation
At the mere sight of you.
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