When you departed, <br />You thought I would be devastated, <br />But it was a great night singing poetry <br />To empty flower vases that remembered the reflection <br />Of your beautiful face as well as I remembered it. <br /> <br />Oh, to see again your black Italian hair <br />Dream-like wavy caressing your neck <br />And your black blouse enfolding tightly <br />Your sweet pert breasts that spoke to me <br /> In exotically elegant, secret languages! <br /> <br />Every time I ever saw you, <br />I was Empire State Building high and about to cry, <br />Your goddess-like eyes hypnotized me <br />Like a gypsy campfire consuming mystic spells. <br />Even when you’re gone, it’s with you I dwell. <br />I am devastated but devastated by your presence <br />That ever lingers in a room like expensive French perfume.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enfolding-tightly-your-sweet-pert-breasts/
