“ Old Lovers ” – neath layers of bold cover –

Old lovers do know,

Of a love be above

In time would show,

From a simple love

To true love be so,

When it will reveal

Held prone to grow,

Fate did fix it real

Be from its arrival,

Has you beholding

For love yet unreal,

Tho feels beholden

To heart’s appeal,

Save love finds flee

With lover disorder,

As such beings we be

Want to hold forever,

Tho will find to agree

True love’s the beggar,

Said to be for one’s love

The while fail to discover,

Be what tells an old lover

Neath layers of bold cover,

Be love fashioned for others

And what help they’d bestow,

For determined young lovers

Be of love they’ll want know,

Neath layers, of old lovers bold cover!

 

                                                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ Umbilicus ” ~ on second thought ~

 

It’s a near duty

Beholding beauty,

This navel so bold

Of notable splendor,

A circular wonder

Enchanting this knot,

Be nature’s creation,

Alleged be assembled

A deliberate baffle,

Or should you insist

An abyss gone amiss…

 

I can but confess

The lady is blessed,

And fortune abides

Exposing with pride,

A mesmeric grin

And abdominal bide,

With all of the flair

Courage will bare,

To show ye therein

Her navel of beauty

Be not just a knot,

But rather a pearl

In the mist of a kiss,

Inlayed on the swirl

Of a velvety curl,

This umbilicus bliss!