Embrace me in your finessed sophistication
Of my darling soligatto’s donna solmization
Filaments of belletristic novellas and artistry
My erudition tastes like cilantro of cuisinery.
I am just a germane alluvial painter
With no colours left tinctured on the canvas
My parlance haunted by the fenders
Of my wayward echelon monochrome past.
Shades splashed on soft silken geranium
A shower of pastels and falling pelargonium
Lily agaphanthus and rhododendron sets
These floral girls of mine, my bonny cossets.
Oh, such verdancy of chocolates and hearts
Frolic in field of stars where dreams restart
In a box where I’ll keep all my secret flowers
May shall be my repose, the meteor showers.
Our lagniappe paradise was arcadian, tranquil pure
Ignominy but an epithet, shunned midnight vesture
But alas! the timorous beasts that troubled our past
Consumed for a comeuppance and caught up at last.