Don Juan de Feu
With no thought of permanence envisioned at the start,
it was totally surprising this invasion of the heart,
delightful fait accompli in which I played no part,
a joyful raison d'etre for the gifts she'd impart.
The capacity for giving, gigantic to behold,
at once became apparent, unbelievably bold
in sensual perceptivity as she started to unfold
a sexuality the likes of which I'd never been told.
Submerged, engorged, enraptured, amazed,
suggestive of two animals in estrus, half-crazed,
from the dusk on to dawn, sated senses often dazed,
lacking sleep, without food, relentlessly unfazed.
Life's pleasures have a season, they also have an end,
one day the morning sun, its light gift will not send;
yet, feeling's eternal fire not designed to suspend
if love is the focus and passion her best friend.
--Don Juan de Feu
Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm