POETS LANGUAGE

  

                                                           YELLOW FLOWER

She's standing behind the table

but the table comes not close

to being an obstruction

to her view.

Crumbs fall under the table

but not at all comparable

to bread crumbs is the goodness

showing under the table.

She is dressing able

her see-through dress 

gives thoughts passage to imaginary space.

Euphony is the sweet movement 

of clean-cut thighs she's got

accompanied by sweet looks

loud to the eye.

Facial looks leave you eternal 

on the look

staring without denial

at unbelievably good-looks.

In the brightness 

of her sight 

is my heart's heaviness

made to be light.

Bloom yellow flower,

to the world show the power

of your beauty.