There blown ashore, blue eyed and yellow haired,
A child temptress steeped in beauty’s charms;
No wild soubrette was ever yet so fair
And I to find her now soft in my arms.
I weep to think of that which I did take
Upon that lust limned lee kissed by the sun,
Afloat in clover on a flowered lake,
What man could yet say no? Not ever one—
As scented gold spilled out on mottled green
Her raiments fell as jetsam on the sea
And on that main, two barques rigged rapture bound
To ever grace spiced seas of memory…
Fair winds at dawn fate set to drift apart,
Yet still she stays, sweet Siren of my heart.
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Loubert S Suddaby poems 