I would like to
dedicate this poem to the lovely Polish lady, “Joanna Poplawska”; who has taken on many names in my written
works; ranging from “my angel” to “Joannuszka Slisznuszka” to “gappeluszka”.
She being the one whose inner light permits me to find the passions and
emotions which she inspires in me.
My angel be not revelation
of loveliness on to me
for she be
possessor of golden mane
to surge angelic
features of face
nay vase to her
soul of supple cambers
to encompass ever
lustful rose
whilst mounds of
delight grant contour
which doeth enmity
on to
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