Reverie and Hypnosis
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His irises come not from seashore waves
In Florida. Their Caribbean blue
Smiles, ancient though, more ancient than the caves
Where men first wooed the women of Corfu,
Are sapphires set in unsuspecting gold.
It is as if the ancient gods knew well
What they would make if while perfecting gold
They found a flawless Polynesian shell
And saved it for a later sacred time
Beside a Playalinda sand-dune shore
Where they might set the hue of jewels to prime
His beauty and to make their color soar.
White diamonds would be a bad mistake,
Too much like Eden’s staring prophet snake.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2025 | AE, BE, ES |