A sensual love poem about being yourself and not what others try to make you.
EIGHT TREASURES OF SIMPLE PLEASURES
a sensual spoken
strawberry cut open
me to your secret place
with my face.
in the altered mirage
that history presents,
your even visage
and words have sounds and scents
and remake vanity’s varnished vase
with plain consents
until the figures in the patterns and the glaze
reconfigure what has happened and are swayed
to be themself
and not the mould of someone else.
i come back to you
in the porcelein white and blue
of Ming and Xiantzi
rustic and romancy
bearing eight treasures
of simple pleasures:
heart’s love life’s soul
passions blood mind whole
and wisdom instead of blindness
to share a kingdom with unselfish kindness.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 1st June, 2012. All Rights Reserved.