wasup all, i posted this poem on my blog in my futile attempt to describe the 8th wonder of the world, would be good to share w the class, esp those who went on the lit tip ^^ to anyone paying attention to my blabbering it should b quite obvious love song of J A P was a major influence.

She

Little wings upon each heel,
Throned clothes blinding from bow to keel.
Our mistress treads on a path of light.
Beauty so moving it verged on fright,

Murmurs drift in and out the way
In the charming little café.

Golden arches framed her face so fair,
Lightly blown exquisite hair.
Lo! What divine sweet substance
Could sculpt so holy a countenance!

Do I dare? Do I dare? To force the moment
To its crisis. Try conversation with the divine,
And bear the risk of being smote supine?

Soft pink gates ope, and wondrous light escapes,
Heavenly radiance feather-touch our napes –
Sunflowering like Phoebus’ oracles
Humbled by stunning miracles.

And now Costella’s gone with the passing time,
Oft I wonder awestruck about her smile sublime.
In love’s absence beauty
Will serve to jolt the memory.

Murmurs drift in and out the way
In the charming little café.

She will not smile for me.

But in my sleep the sun rises,
Forced moments become meaningless.
Inches from the sun I float – no more do I yearn.
Till voices wake me and I burn.