I am Don Juan, Casanova,
Lathario;
A Lover whole of lasses woven
In Marigold.
Their shining eyes, their kind replies
To love's caress.
A gentle touch, eyes glean so much
Before undress.
I see her longing, for Heart Songing,
Sweet music cheer.
Her breathing's light, as if in fright,
Song won't stay here.
When gentle stroke, and laughter joke,
Does bring a smile
Then twinkling eyes, glisten replies,
Sing stays awhile.
To sing her glory, and bring her story,
For her to know
How beautiful, now dutiful,
Lover sees glow.
You glow with light, make night daylight,
Light up our path
So we may see, a loving tree,
Sight in our grasp.
May I touch your face, with touching grace?
Such sculpted lines.
Your lips so fine, in chiseled line,
Love erupt finds
Your sweet love sounds, complete abound,
Music for ears
Which hear your words, elixir's cure,
To soothe our fears.
You're quiet now, and sigh somehow,
Words cannot say
The knowing of, the glowing love,
Unfurled today.
Your nostrils flare, as if beware,
The surge is strong.
Your eyes grow black, excitement's back,
No urge is wrong.
I stroke your hair, with loving care.
It feels so good.
You close your eyes, your breathing sighs.
Feel understood.
For finally, war's mind does leave,
Just feelings now.
No thinking now, just blinking's bow,
Must feel sings how.
I touch your arm, gentle disarm,
Loving caress.
Goose bumps abound, soft like goose down,
Beneath your dress.
Then hands we hold, our fingers mold,
Entwine together.
Each finger knows, the linger pose,
Of balmy weather.
Like Summer days, when palm trees sway,
In gentle breeze;
Dancing so soft, chancing aloft,
By Sun feel squeezed.
I stroke your palm, with knowing balm,
To soothe your fear.
Look in your eyes, with loving wise,
Pursue our tears.
For happy tears, do find us here,
Bringing their say.
That loving moment, eyes shining foment,
Singing today.
Your shining eyes, tearful replies,
Of gratitude
For tender care, my sending where,
Love's attitude.
Our glance is long, eyes dance our song,
Of knowing now.
It's time to move, and rhyme improve,
Love's growing bow.
The little shiver, below your liver,
In stomach's place
The fluttering, butterflies' sing,
Your heartache's race.
It's time to kiss, sighing our bliss,
To fuse our souls.
I smell your skin, perspiration,
Wafts perfumed smells
Of excitement, enlightenment,
Love's consumed bell
That's ringing loud, and singing proud,
Love's loving tale.
I am Don Juan
by Loveson G. Flower
Sunday, 10:45 AM 1/4/98
Home in bed
Above video is from the opening scene of the movie, "Don Juan DeMarco." It is a wonderful movie which captures for me the folly - and profound truth - of the inner characters and desires for pleasure, for romance, for ecstasy, for Love. "Don Juan" is an archetype, a symbol, a dream figure, a hope, and - hopefully - at least sometimes a reality.
"Don Juan DeMarco is a 1995 film starring Johnny Depp as John R. DeMarco, a man who believes himself to be Don Juan, the greatest lover in the world. Clad in a cape and domino mask, DeMarco undergoes psychiatric treatment with Marlon Brando's character, Dr. Jack Mickler, to cure him of his apparent delusion. But the psychiatric sessions have an unexpected effect on the psychiatric staff, some of whom find themselves inspired by DeMarco's delusion; the most profoundly affected is Dr. Mickler himself, who rekindles the romance in his complacent marriage."Quotation from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Juan_DeMarco
Video from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQiRtJ6uumk
Movie poster from: http://www.videoclub.com.es/images/peliculas/don_juan_de_marco.jpg
