“You’ve no idea where I’m gonna take you,” Stella said
tossing her designer coat, pulling off calfskin gloves,
kicking stiletto heels under my bed, settling in a chair.
I figured she’d tutor me with astral sophistication, but Stella
telescoped my expectancy, focused on the skies, projected
like a celestial body, offered data without equivocation.
“I’m the night owl’s mistress, melancholy’s grin,
the blues singer’s lost lover, a young man’s curiosity
& the malcontent’s sole prospect for glimmering relief.”
Spellbound by Stella’s optical lens, I gazed into her eyes,
beheld the milky way & gave myself to her unworldly knowledge,
sucked like a rogue star into duplicitous black holes of passion.
tossing her designer coat, pulling off calfskin gloves,
kicking stiletto heels under my bed, settling in a chair.
I figured she’d tutor me with astral sophistication, but Stella
telescoped my expectancy, focused on the skies, projected
like a celestial body, offered data without equivocation.
“I’m the night owl’s mistress, melancholy’s grin,
the blues singer’s lost lover, a young man’s curiosity
& the malcontent’s sole prospect for glimmering relief.”
Spellbound by Stella’s optical lens, I gazed into her eyes,
beheld the milky way & gave myself to her unworldly knowledge,
sucked like a rogue star into duplicitous black holes of passion.
