Mid July, mid sunny, breezy day,

By the emerald sea shore was where you were

I shall not publicly describe the exuberance

Of the goddess like beauty

Your body oozed that fateful day

 

A Serena corpus, transforming

In me, such tantalizing, arousing, erotic thoughts,

I will forever, selfishly, keep exclusively to myself.

 

You were a lady by the sea,

A freshly scenting flower,

A blooming, scarlet red, impassioned sea rose.

Your spiraling jet, untamed emitting hair,

Came dancing in the wind,

Swooshing down below your curvy waist,

It netted me… It cast a bonding spell on me…

 

Your Doe like soft and delicate steps upon the sand…

They caused a trance in me

I will not publicly nor privately divulge no matter how torturous the torment,

The love at first sight, I felt that beaching summer day,

 

Mer-Maiden By The Shore

You smiled at me

As provoking mermaids seductively smile at restless young mariners

And weathered seafaring old men, who spend their whole entire life

Sailing cupidity upon the sea

But unlike them,

Whose rum induced inebriated spirits raise an animated cup and toast

Falsely boasting of wondrous carnal rendezvous with such enchanting creatures

I shall keep your bewitching and captivating smile private, solely just for me.

De` Flur Of Eighteen Mays`

And than, like the shifting sands…

You inexplicably walk towards my direction

My knees, my legs, beget a wobbly state;

Suddenly, a jolting bolt of lighting strikes!

Piercing my virgin, untested heart

Your devoted suitor, became my life long fate

The inside of my stomach churns and burns and begins

To flutter with butterfly electricity

 

Don`t no one ask me, what fantasia images

Erupted before my love sick eyes.

Those sultry visions,

Of you smoothly, gliding over pearly white, Isla Blanca sands

Shall always and forever, be preserved for my memory only.

Perfumed Red, Red, Rose In Total Bloom

You pass me by and enter the cool, gentle, aqua-marine gulf water swells,

Barely knee deep, you rise on your pedi- tippy-toes

And skip your goose-skinned, sensuous-sensitive body over the surging tide

Skillfully, as the balletic, leaping dolphins do

You dive once, dive twice, dive trice, resurfacing, moist and glistering wet

The chilled goose-bumps are replaced with smooth luke-warm semita colored skin

Coating itself with tasty sea salt,

Your mer-mane hair, slicks back and floats atop the aqua blue water

Slowly, your lucent Rapunzel hair … fans open and wades on the surface invitingly

Surrounding you with a million entrapping love petal tentacles

Laid out and waiting, to tangle me

 

Bathing Beauty

Sparkling in the mid afternoon sun, you frolic fancy with the foam crested waves

Right in front of me

And I transfixed and dumb-confounded be, remain catatonically hypnotized.

What now, what now, what shall become of this novice lover now?

Now that my throbbing heart is penetrated through and true by you,

What shall become of me, now that your flowers` perfume has my senses stirred.

Shall I shake myself free, from this ecstatic state and pursue my new found love mate

Or is this an enchantress nymph of the deep vast sea, my father often warned about?

Lovely Lady

Myth or legend, storied or real

I shall never ever tell a single other person or soul

How the pure existence of you does make me feel

For the very first time in my life

I learned how love feels… how it really feels…

 

My mind consumed, races out of control

At a surreal warp speed

My young buck robust body ruts uncontrollably

Desiring, only to be with you

 

My father`s, bewaring and protective, experienced words of wisdom

Are foolishly purged from me and sent to travel aimlessly in the wind.

Because, the only thing that matters, the only thing that matters at all

Is the favorable good graces

Of My Lady by the Sea.

 

 

Rudy H. Garcia      (some time ago on our favorite Padre IslandBeach)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rudy H. Garcia

Rudy H. García, from Port Isabel, Texas, has a Master's in Education from the University of Texas at Brownsville and earned a B.A. in psychology from Pan American University in 1976. He is a participant in the Narciso Martínez Cultural Arts Center Writers’ Forum, and is a founder of the Laguna Madre Writers Forum. Rudy has also been featured on the radio program “Themes and Variations.” His poems are published with “Poets of the East Village” in New York and he has been a featured reader for the El Paseo Arts Foundation and is published in numerous other magazines.

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